Hockey Night in JYAA!

J is a Canadian. This means the boy didn't grow up with baseball (go Yankees!) like I did, or even basketball and football - he grew up with Hockey, to be more specific, Canucks Hockey.

To be honest, it is one of the reasons I married him. No, not cause he loves hockey, but because he could care less about the other sports, and really had no interest in watching hockey unless it was CANUCKS hockey. Living in the DC area, out of the country and timezone of the Canucks, not many games are televised here. "Woo Hoo!!"

See, I grew up in a house with a dad and brother (mostly my brother) who watch sports...every sport, just didn't matter...it was a sport. I love them dearly, but didn't want that for my household.

So heavily weighted on my husband check list was this "not so interested in sports" gene. And J got a check!!

Women plan, and god laughs.

Who knew that the "love of and need to watch every sports gene" would get to Bob through my dad and brother all the way in NY? Not me, that is FOR SURE! Bob, from VERY early on has had this love/need/obsession. But it isn't one sport, or even major sports....it is everything.

He'll start with Baseball (go Yankees!! then maybe Nationals), then move to football (go Giants! then maybe Redskins) then to Hockey (go Canucks, then maybe Capitals) or basketball as necessary (go Wizards, then maybe the Knicks).

But the child doesn't stop there if there isn't one of those sports (any team) on, he'll move to Tennis, Golf, Bowling, Swimming, Running if it is a sporting event competition of any sort...he will watch it.

What I didn't know was that the "love of and need to watch every sports gene" could work retroactively...or could be latent. See as soon as Bob really got into it, J started watching with him, and is no longer the guy I married the guy who could "care less about the other sports, and really had no interest in watching hockey unless it was CANUCKS hockey." Talk about bait and switch!

Last night my boyz - J and Bob, got into bed to watch a rarely televised Canucks game, for the record, I do not begrudge him the Canucks...I knew this one before I married him!

A bit into it, for the first time, Puppy joined them. There they sat in bed together watching - when Puppy asks:

"How do the boys get out?!?!"

Maybe there is hope yet for him!

People who get it.

Bob woke up this morning, and not unlike him he complained of a headache and being dizzy. We sent him back to brush his teeth, get dressed, and make his bed..unlike most days he listened! Something was wrong. Few minutes later I found him on top of his made bed, fully clothed back asleep. After a temp reading of 102.4 it was confirmed.

We went off to the Dr. to get him checked out. After a quick look over and a swab Dr. G walked into the room and said with a wink and a smile: "We have a firm diagnosis! It's strep." It was music to my ears.

Dr. G got it. Just one short year ago a fever, a fever of unknown origin wreaked havoc on our family and (according to the nurses and office staff) our two loving pediatricians!

Don't get me wrong, I hate when any of my children are sick or not feeling well. But a firm diagnosis, a diagnosis that a course of antibiotic, blee eyen harrah, will be have him 100%, is a fantastic feeling.

Seeing Dr. G smile and acknowledge the beauty of a "simple" firm diagnosis and wonders of antibiotics in a caring and not belittling way...reconfirms my love for this practice.

Feel better Bob...and thanks Dr. G.

One year tomorrow...

One year tomorrow...

One year tomorrow....I need to say that again. One year tomorrow. This journey began one year ago tomorrow. I watched my Bean dance today...with every joint of in her body - her hips, her knees, her elbows, her wrists, her ankles, her sholders, her neck...
One year ago tomorrow this journey began. But today, she danced!