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church

Tom and I tried out a new church on Saturday.  People are going to think we’re Seventh Day Adventists.  We’re not.  We’re just lazy, and it’s easier to go to church on a Saturday evening at about 5:30 than it is to get up at 8:30 to make it to church by 10:something on Sundays.

We liked it.  The Pastor is Derwin Gray, a former NFL player, which makes me think of my dad.  The sermon was good, the music was alright.  I like that it’s really close to us.  We used to drive a half hour to church in Cville, and 30-45 minutes from Olney to McLean Bible Church.  This one, Transformation Church is a couple of minutes down the road.  They’re multi-ethnic and multi-generational.  Honestly, I was worried that I’d be the only white person – but I wasn’t.  They’re no MBC, but they’re young, so we’ll see.

MBC is the standard by which I judge everyone else.

We put Bruce in the nursery while we were at church and spent the whole hour watching for our number, FBK, to show up on the screen but it never did.  He did fine.

During the service, the pastor referenced some program that they’d been doing in which they had put $30,000 worth of gift cards out into the world over the past few weeks.  It was helping others who may need it.  If you got a card and needed it, it was your gift from God, or maybe you know someone who can use it.  He said that last weekend was the last weekend, “and some of you may have received one of those tonight, hold ’em up if you got ’em!”  Aw, man.  We never win anything.  Womp wah.  I was so bummed.  Elevation did something like that, too.

We went to pick up Bruce in the nursery after the service.  He was in a swing.  When we dropped him off, he was all alone, but there were half a dozen kids there when we picked him up.  All these moms were behind us clammoring for their babies.  It was cute.

Out of no where, tap on the shoulder.  “Hi, uh, I was sitting next to you and I got one of these.  I was wondering if you could use it.”  He handed Tom a Chick-fil-A gift card.

D’aaaawwww!

$25.  Pretty sweet.  We have trouble justifying it, because we had just spent WAY too much on a beautiful chair.  So, I think we are going to pass it on.  But it was pretty neat.

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a day that sucked

We walked away from that whole thing looking like the idiots… but I’m getting ahead of myself.  Maybe this should be a “you suuuck” post.

I didn’t sleep at all last night.  Thirty minutes, maybe.  Bruce literally kept me up all night.

Bruce had a follow-up appointment scheduled today about his butt.  You know, that whole thing at Levine?  They made an appointment to make sure everything healed up alright.  We didn’t schedule the appointment, they made it for us at the hospital.  We just did what we were told.  (And in hindsight, this whole Obamacare thing scares me even more.)  We already had an appointment scheduled for his 2 month check-up, happens to be tomorrow, at Providence Pediatrics, Bruce’s regular doctors.  They made this appointment in addition.  Okay, we thought, the doctor wants to follow-up.  Makes sense.  Dr. Wolanski was the same way with my c-section.  Bruce’s very first pediatrician in Virginia wanted to see him a couple of days after we left the hospital to check his weight and jaundice.  ANYWAY… we did what we were told, and what we assumed was the right thing, the best thing, for Bruce.

So, we get there and parking is ri-goll-darned-diculous.  There’s a garage, but not a lot of spaces and it’s just complicated.  Our appointment note said to arrive 20 minutes early, but we got there right on time.  As soon as we walked in I felt weird.  Why do so many people in here speak spanish?  ::Shrug::  Didn’t think much of it.  Tom went to registration, I took Bruce in his car seat and sat down with my back to the majority of the huge waiting room.  They asked for his parking pass and insurance card.

Tom came and sat down and the lady at the desk called him back after a minute or so.  Tom came back and had me lean in so he could whisper.  I forget his exact words, but he said that the lady said Bruce was kind of a special case, and most of the people there didn’t have healthcare.

GEE.  YA’ DON’T SAY.

Tom was like, “how did you know?”  I said, “well, look around.”  I’m not saying anything about anybody – just that it was just a rough crowd.  We sat in the waiting room for about an hour and a half, then in a patient room for another 30 minutes or so.  They asked if we had a recent height and weight.  Uh… you’re the nurse.  Aren’t you supposed to get that?

We saw the doctors and they were asking lots of leading questions.  Kind of coming at us with a, “so, what are you doing here?” attitude.  To which we responded with a kind of, “you asked us to come,” attitude.  It was kind of awkward.  At some point Tom said that we were just following up after the surgery, and they said that everything looks great.  Something like 10-30% of these things reoccur.  It was 30 seconds, “Hi, how are you? Let’s get a look.  Looks fine. Any questions?  You’re free to go.”  The doctor didn’t even shut the door behind him when he left.  Typically they let us know when we should come back and tell us to take our time if we need to feed or change Bruce.  There was none of that.  Just, “we’re done. Get out.”  Really awkward, really weird.

It’s stupid.  We were already scheduled to see his regular doctor the next day.  We thought we were seeing the surgeon, not just some random guy.  Bruce’s regular M.D. could have looked at his butt crack and said, “Everything looks fine.”  And we wouldn’t have had to wait 2 hours – on top of having to visit another doctor the very next day.

It’s all coming together.  We had to twist some arms to get them to send a hospital billing rep to our room when we were trying to check out of the hospital.  I guess they just assumed we had no insurance when they made the appointment because we hadn’t filed it yet.

We just looked so dumb.  And it was dumb.  We were taking valuable time away from poor people when we have a perfectly good doctor that we are scheduled to see in our fancy-schmancy Ballantyne area tomorrow anyway.  We trekked all the way to Uptown, struggled with parking, waited 2 hours, and then got WTF looks from everyone JUST for a lesson on sociology and economics.

Stupid.

They called Tom this afternoon, reiterated that CSC was a clinic, and didn’t know how to process his insurance.  LISTEN.  YOU GUYS told US to come there.  WORK IT OUT.

What was the point in asking us to get there early?  We really should have gotten there at 7:15 for our 8:45 appointment.  Who makes that big of a mistake?  How do you book someone an appointment at a free clinic without even asking them?  Why the heck wouldn’t we do a post-surgery follow-up with THE SURGEON?  I guess that’s a tough question to ask.  I guess they don’t want to call it the clinic because of the associated stigma.  Guess what, we didn’t have time to spend TWO HOURS in a free-clinic waiting room because Tom’s insurance-paying-self had A JOB to get to!  Got to get to work so he can pay those premiums, so we can sit in our South Charlotte waiting room for 15 minutes instead.

Ridiculous.

They had nothing to do with the surgery.  It’s just a regular pediatrics office.  What we did there we could have done anywhere!  We could have done that TOMORROW at our nice, cushy, local, regular pediatric office!  We are going there anyway!

http://www.snogglenews.com/shows/sunny/s01e02 Go to 05:10 and watch until about 06:30.

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i’ll take your 2 cents now.

Alright… my washing machine just will not stop irritating me. I washed some baby clothes in the Ainsworth St. house (Gramma’s machine), and when I was folding them I was like, “dang – they smell so good.”  Washed new baby clothes today in the machine that came with Balenie Trace house and they either smell like nothing or they still smell new, like the store – you know… like they weren’t washed at all.  I just did the side by side comparison.  The older stuff still smells amazing.  Same fragrance/dye-free gentle detergent…  Who buys a KitchenAid washing machine…  Honestly…

How can I be sure that they’re getting cleaned at all?  Should I throw in more detergent?  Gramma’s machine used more detergent, but the KitchenAid Katastrophe is supposed to be more efficient, and it was a small load so I didn’t think I needed much detergent.  I filled the cap up to the line it told me to.  Should I put in a little of the regular detergent to make it smell nice?  Won’t that defeat the purpose of buying this Gentle/Free crap for baby’s sensitive skin?

We put the washer on the home warranty.  Should I get someone to come look at it?  Every other wash cycle it gives us some kooky error code.  But then runs fine, so I’m sure if someone comes out to look at it, we’ll give them $100 to tell us that it runs fine.  Should I just get rid of it and get a new-to-me one off of craigslist?  (Couldn’t be any worse than this one, right?)  Should I just make my Dad bring Gramma’s machine up to the laundry room?  I freakin’ love that thing.  They sure don’t make ’em like they used to.  I liked the idea of this bigger, front load guy so I can wash cloth diapers guilt-free.  I’m scared I’ll mess up Gramma’s machine with a load of thick, heavy, germy diapers every day.

Then again, it’s not doing anyone any good out in the garage.

What are your thoughts?

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room to grow

I don’t usually like to overwhelm you with two posts in one day, and odds are I won’t be able to think of anything to write about tomorrow because I talked your ear (eyes) off today.

I worked on the nursery before we left for Charlottesville on Friday and just can’t wait to show you how it’s going, although a smart Wendy would wait for the big TA-DA in a week or so when it’s done.

It was a big help for me psychologically to get something going.  I feel less depressed.  I’ve been complaining this whole time, “geez, if only I had a dresser!”  But now, I’m all, “Well, there’s nothing wrong with his outfits hanging up in the closet…”  So we have an adorable, practically empty, dresser.

BUT I STILL LIKE HAVING IT!

I can’t wait to pick up the matching one and the toy box.  And the crib.  And, hey, I need to finish sanding and repainting the changing table that we bought waaaay the heck back in February.

But back to my little success story… most people buy a set of stuff that’s beautifully coordinated and create nurseries that look like catalog pages.  (I’m talking about you Kinsey Parham! …not that you’ll read this.)  I’ve always had trouble with this.  Let’s say I pick out that adorable Baby Simba jungle motif that’s out right now.  Well, then where do Mickey and Goofy go?  Most toys are brilliant primary colors, and I want them to look like they have a home in Mr. Happy’s room.  I’ve tried really hard not to be all matchy-matchy, but to keep it coordinated.  Let’s see how things are going…

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craft all the things!

We have so many pictures to hang on the walls!!!  Yesterday we found the Ark of the Covenant: a box full of pictures big and small from the Virginia house that had been wasting away in the garage for a year and a half.  I can’t wait to unpack my life!!!

Okay, I have been waiting, and waiting for this.

Basically, you buy as much food as you want in the cafeteria at Ikea, and then use it as a coupon on your purchase of $100+.  With a nursery to furnish, I was like, “How AWESOME would it be if everyone that is coming to the baby shower goes with us to Ikea to buy the $800 worth of baby crap and WE ALL eat for free?!?!?!”

Not happening.  Eat for Free is the weekend before the shower.  Womp wah.  And as it turns out, that’s a VA weekend for us.

However!

However, there IS a silver lining!

My dad needs to come down here and hang up my Mickey Mouse chandelier and take care of some other electrical work before the shower.  So, I think I conned the family into coming down after the UVA game on Saturday.  We can buy part of the Baby La Collection and at least Mom, Dad, Tom and I will eat for free!  (Squirt can have some free Texas toast, I guess, as this only applies to the restaurant, not the food stand near the exit that sells the pizza.)

We had a busy day around here yesterday.  My beef isn’t with opening boxes and putting things away.  I just don’t want to take everything up and down the stairs.  Tom is perfectly willing to take stuff to where it needs to go, but he doesn’t know where that is.  Match made in Heaven!

I actually emptied one of those under-bed storage containers, which has been full of junk (art supplies and cards and pictures) since maybe high school?  Middle school?  There was some college junk in there, too, so who knows.  Anyway – it’s totally empty now.  All the cards are in boxes with other cards.  The pictures are in boxes with other pictures and the art supplies are all sorted into their appropriate bins.

I told Tom that my Art Closet is a dream come true.

“You want crayons, here’s the crayons!  Glitter, what color?  Seashells?  There’s a box for that.”  It’s like my own personal Michael’s Arts & Craft store in the hallway, and it makes me want to get crafty RIGHT NOW.  Now I understand why people get so excited about organization.  It’s really a beautiful thing.  My whole life has been, “dammit, I knew there was a glue stick in here somewhere!”  And now I can just go to the glue bin!  (Or the hot glue gun/sticks bin, depending on the kind of glue stick to which I was referring.)  (Was that the proper use of which?)

I think I’m going to go stand in front of my art closet for a few minutes.  Kirk out.

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