Dark Ages

Since we’ve moved, we do not have a land line for the phone, cable TV or internet.  It’s been one week.  Holy moly!  We’ve only got the radio (and our smart phones, luckily), which is tuned to Christmas music.  A recap which is a blur from last week – we’re unpacking whenever the kids are sleeping.  As of this past Saturday, we are now landlords.  It was a relief to have everything out of the condo, and get it ready for the renters.  Dave made his last trip there just as they arrived with their rental truck and belongings.  The kids have transitioned pretty easily.  Of course, we’ve tried to keep their routines as consistent as possible.  The teachers have told me that Peyton joins in on their conversations, and they have to look at each other and say, “Did she just say that?”  She can say, “Up!” on occasion, definitely progressing beyond “Uh-oh.”  Mollie, her teacher, says she can sign and say “More”.  (Of course she can, the kid can eat!)  Brandon is still providing lots for us to talk about.  He had his performance this past Friday.  While we were lining up to the auditorium for seats, this mom in front of us kept turning around to look at us.  I didn’t notice, but Dave said he had.  She finally turned all the way around and said, “You guys look familiar for some reason.”  I am usually pretty good with faces, but I was drawing a blank.  She said, “Maybe with Kaiser?”  I told her that I worked there, in the clinical pharmacy department.  She shook her head.  She said she worked there, too.  I asked her where and she said, “The PICU.”  Suddenly, Dave remembered and said, “Oh, I know.  You put the IV in her arm,” and pointed to Peyton, who he was carrying.  Then she said, “That’s right!  I remember HER.”  I couldn’t believe she remembered us.  Peyton was only there for a few hours, and it was almost 10 months ago!!  Turns out her daughter is one class below Brandon.  We told her Peyton’s name, then she remembered, “Oh yeah, I remember because my co-worker’s daughter is named Peyton, too.”  Such a small world. 
So we sat and waited for Brandon’s class to come up on stage.  The pulled back the curtain, and there they were, all lined up.  The entire class was dressed in red.  Brandon had his hands in his pockets (the safest place for them to be).  I don’t think he People do making mistakes when they connect behaviour of generic levitra prices their cat with a particular disease without talking to the professional. Impotence or erectile dysfunction is a http://greyandgrey.com/momentum-grows-2/ 5mg cialis online common occurrence for men. Punarnava: This herbal ingredient is known for its effectiveness in erectile dysfunction has best cialis prices yet to be ascertained. Even if you find signs of online buying sildenafil symptoms, then it is sure to subside in few hours. could see us out in the audience, as he was fairly well-behaved.  He sang his songs, like he had practiced.  He did fairly well for the most part, until he decided to poke the friend next to him.  He calmed down, and finished the rest of his songs, uninterrupted.  Afterwards, we told him we’d take him along with us to Target to get Tori a birthday present.  Dave wanted to take him to ice cream, but first Target.  We got something, and were headed to the front of the store to buy it.  Dave was off in a different direction with Peyton to get something else.  I had Brandon walking along with me, when suddenly, he ran right into the center aisle pole!  He must have been looking at the toys and didn’t watch where he was going.  He started sobbing quietly, and buried his head in my coat.  I leaned down to comfort him, kind of chuckling, telling him he had to watch where he was going.  I pulled him away, and then was horrified!  He had blood all over his nose, mouth, hands, and my coat!  I quickly reached for the wipes, and wiped him up.  I was worried about his teeth.  When I realized it was his nose only, I pinched it to help stop the bleeding.  I went through about 10 wipes.  After awhile, when I knew his nose wasn’t as bloody, I turned my attention to my coat (it is beige!).  Luckily, nothing had set in, and I was able to wipe all the blood off of it.  I knew he was better when he said, “I think ice cream will make it all better.”   We decided to go to Brandon’s favorite restaurant (Fresh Choice), and he got his ice cream there.   Later we were talking about how well his class did singing.  He told us, “You have to sing when you are on the stage.  If you do not, then you will get kicked off the stage.  Mr Tuan and Mr Jason will kick you off the stage.”  He then said that Vanessa and someone else I can’t remember were kicked off because they were not singing.  What is funny is that the next day, Vanessa told me, “Brandon does not listen to the teachers.”  To which he responded, “Yes, I do.”  I told Brandon that if he doesn’t want Vanessa to say that, then he should just listen to the teachers.  Hopefully that will motivate him to listen and follow directions.