rambling somewhere only we know

get ready for ramblings:

I secretly have a thing for Japanamation.  I guess it’s no longer a secret now.  It’s a small thing; I really don’t know much about Japaname, but sometimes it just really makes me happy. 

So, this one time I was a little in love with Keane’s Somewhere Only We Know song, and I wanted to see the official music video.  I didn’t know much about Keane either.  I think I might have had to call my friend Amy and sing parts of the song to her in order to figure out the title and have her tell me who sings it.  I don’t know, I can’t remember for certain, but things like that have been known to happen.  Ames is a lifesaver in more ways than just knowing songs from only a few notes or words. 

Anyway, during my search for Keane’s music video, I came across this before I found the original:

And since I’m telling secrets, I’ll go ahead and tell you that I cried a little bit there at the end.  You’ll know the spot when it gets there.

Then I found out it was composed of scenes from Final Fantasy 8, so I read about its story line and got thoroughly confused. 

This all occurred, like, 4 years ago.

I was still curious what Keane, the band, thought this song meant, so I finally found their official video here: 

Now, you watch both of those videos and tell me which is better.

all star pictures

Brookston, 9 months, March 2010

Everett, 6 months, December 2009

Nick, 22 years, summer 2006

Aden, Brookston, Bryant, Everett, Chase,  August 2010

Brookston, 2 months, August 2009

Everett, 9 months, February 2010

Brookston, 6 months; Nick, old enough to know better, Everett, 6 months, December 2009

Everett & Brookston, 6months, Nicole, 26 years, December 2009

Nick, 21 years, August 2005

Nicole & Amy, Maine Summer 2005

Everett and Brookston, 9 months, March 2010

Everett, 11 months, May 2010

Everett, 11 months, May 2010

Duke Gardens, October 2009

Brookston and Everett, 4 months, October 2009

Nicole and Nick, 22 years, December 2005

Nick, 22 years, November 2005

Rosalyn, February 2011, 8 weeks, Nick 27 years

Tradition

So this one time, like three months ago, it was New Years. 

Our family holds the tradition of going out to eat at a Chinese buffet on New Years Day.  So, when Roz was about two weeks old we all headed out to 35 Chinese Restaurant.  Grandma  accompanied us for this our fourth annual event. 

Ah, noodles.

gino to carl

nothing like a little nostalgia.

want to relive the magic? scroll down a bit and on the left you'll be able to.

Chocolate Oatmeal

Forget the cinnamon and sugar. Forget peaches and cream. Give us the good stuff. Chocolate. Oatmeal.

Roz encounters the local wildlife

our little contagion

All those nurses at the NICU were so nice that Roz thought she needed to get back to the hospital.  The best way, she figured, was to get what everyone else in the family probably had: RSV.  Somehow she knew that what was no problem for older people was a big problem for babes.  So, she regularly attempted to eat snotty hands and was successful in contracting the illness. 

All week long she had a runny nose, then a cough, then labored breathing, then a trip to the pediatrics walk-in on Monday morning where she convinced a doctor that she needed a stylish ambulance ride to the ER.  Once there, she decided she liked those nurses well enough, but needed to see those hospital nurses, and got the ER docs to admit her by de-saturating her oxygen levels some more.  Sly thing.

She may be sly but she’s also considerate, so she got me a bed with a nice view and arranged for me to get meals for free since I was nursing her.

  my bed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                 my view

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Though Roz was perfectly content solely interacting with the nurses and me, I craved further social interaction and brought Nick’s laptop over to the hospital.  We set up a Skype call between home and the room and just left it running.  Thanks to all those other friends that kept me entertained too.

You can see me here below in my facemask, gloves and gown since Rosalyn was “highly contagious.”  Every time before I left the room I had to take all that off and throw it away.  You can also see Roz in that second picture attempting to share her germs with me.  I tried to convince those doctors that I already had the illness and didn’t need all the garb, but they would have none of that talk and touted policy over comfort.  Ah well. 

Rosalyn took her time getting off her oxygen.  We came in with her on half a liter and    slowly took it down over two days.  On the third day Roz was afraid we’d be leaving too soon, so she kicked off her pulse-ox just enough for it to look like she was de-saturating again and she went from .1 liters back up to .6 and it wasn’t until I changed her diaper a while later that I discovered her ruse.  While I wasn’t amused as she was, I was glad that when I got it back on correctly her oxygen levels were reading at 98% instead of 90% which was too low.  She came off oxygen at 6:30 Wednesday evening and slept through the night at an average of 96% oxygen saturation and was cleared to go home by all those professionals she loved so much during their rounds at 10:30 am.

After four days and three nights in the hospital I’m glad to be back, and let’s hope Roz got her fix of nurses for a while…

…like, for 20 years.