Call me curmudgeonly, but I don't do Valentine's Day. It is such a Hallmark holiday, and yet another excuse for unnecessary spending, with guilt added on. I gave my husband a nice kiss this morning and wished him a happy valentine's day and that's the end of it. (I hope, I'll clobber him if he comes home with flowers or something.) Not that I have any objection to flowers or tokens of affection or evenings out or whatever - I just don't like them being dictated by corporations.
My mom is visiting at the moment - she had all her cardiac tests done at the hospital in Vancouver on Wednesday and aside from a minor electrical thing, she's fine - her heart is strong and healthy and she's got no arterial issues or anything like that. She is possibly a good candidate for some kind of re-zapping procedure that will eliminate the misfiring bit, but she has to wait 2 years to see that particular specialist so in the meantime she's on a couple of drugs which she doesn't think are actually helping any and life goes on.
Rowan's got a nasty, nasty cold and has been enjoying a few days of vegging in front of the TV. Poor little bug - you know it's bad when your bed-avoiding child starts asking when bedtime is at about 7:30. She's in her Hallowe'en costume because it's fuzzy and warm, and is terribly cute, but still not feeling all that good. And I know it's wrong, but it's been kind of nice having a few days of lower energy.
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My mom is visiting at the moment - she had all her cardiac tests done at the hospital in Vancouver on Wednesday and aside from a minor electrical thing, she's fine - her heart is strong and healthy and she's got no arterial issues or anything like that. She is possibly a good candidate for some kind of re-zapping procedure that will eliminate the misfiring bit, but she has to wait 2 years to see that particular specialist so in the meantime she's on a couple of drugs which she doesn't think are actually helping any and life goes on.
Rowan's got a nasty, nasty cold and has been enjoying a few days of vegging in front of the TV. Poor little bug - you know it's bad when your bed-avoiding child starts asking when bedtime is at about 7:30. She's in her Hallowe'en costume because it's fuzzy and warm, and is terribly cute, but still not feeling all that good. And I know it's wrong, but it's been kind of nice having a few days of lower energy.
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So love to all of us. And hugs to the little, or increasingly not-so-little, fruits of that love. 
: So I ate my chocolate and wine alone and watched a documentary on Abraham Lincoln. Very romantic night, indeed!!!
: i am one happy, grateful mama.
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What wonderful news, Hillary! Sticky, sticky vibes... 
