August 8th

One of my best friends from high school and I are almost exactly a year apart - her birthday just two days after mine. And so each year on July 30th we celebrate Same Age Day - the one day a year when, numerically, we are the same age.

I'm not great at knowing when things are (from knowing birthdays off the top of my head, to the start date of a planned vacation) but the real problem is that I'm TERRIBLE at knowing what today is (so while I might know your birth date off the top of my head I'll probably still miss it not realizing that today is that date). So why then did yesterday, August 8th, feel like a date that was easy to hold onto all day, and a date that for some reason I should remember? have memory attached to?

Thanks to the modern wonder that is Google Photo "Rediscover this Day" I was shown that 5 years ago August 8th was our one day home with Liam before he went back into the NICU. Like a not fun version of Same Age Day - more like Cape Cod traffic changeover day? a hinge day between one NICU and the next?

After 55 days in the BIDMC NICU, we woke up as a family of four all under one roof. We spent the day with family stopping by, walking up and down the street with a baby who didn't seem quite comfortable and as the day progressed couldn't really settled, and then after Nathan went to bed I drove to the Winchester emergency room very concerned about his breathing. He was in the Winchester NICU for another week before finally coming home for good on August 15th.

And yet, now August 8th is just a date that I don't usually notice, although for some reason this year I did. What a gift to have let that chapter (for the most part) go.

Thoughts on Baseball

Nathan is playing baseball for the first time this year.

To look at us, we just might look like a hardcore sports family: Mom, Dad, Little Brother and Grammy are the minimum in attendance at the start of each game; we have folding chairs and picnic dinner & snacks in tow, all to really just watching 1st and 2nd graders figure this whole baseball thing out.

The truth is, we are a hardcore music family, and Mom and Dad both have rehearsals on alternating games nights and no one wants to show up to rehearsal cold or hungry, so everyone being at the start of every game with all the things is the only way for anyone to end up where they need to be later in the evening, warm, fed and ready.

Also true is that we have an amazing 8 year old who is naturally good at lots of sports and is patient with his parents who don't really know the kids sport team world but are willing to learn. It probably helps that he also really likes music.

Mozart and Snark

Driving to Grandma and Grandpa's house earlier today we had our local classical radio station on because Mama was sick of all the options Liam was suggesting and Nathan wasn't interested in weighing in. We also headed out in mid conversation, so no one was really listening to the music anyway.

The conversation died down and Liam started to grumble a bit about the music and then all was quiet until I heard from the back seat:

"Mumble mumble mumble Mozart."
"What Nathan?"
"MOZART"
"What about Mozart?"
"THIS is Mozart."
"Are you sure?"
"YES (complete with audible eye roll)"

We all start listening carefully. Liam, who is always reluctant to agree with his brother until he has first disagreed say it's Vivaldi or Beethoven or Schubert (hey - listing composers names is a start) and then agrees it is Mozart. I was unconvinced. Until the second movement began. And it was most definitely Mozart.

Nathan, quietly from the back seat: "Told you Mama..."

Mozart was followed by Bach, who we all agreed on right away.

So name that composer continues, now with a dash of snark.

Leprechauns and Warrior Saints

Driving to church yesterday Nathan asked if "The Leprechaun" (there's only one?) brings anything to our house. Umm... no.

So we talked about folklore and legends and leprechaun (which I don't actually know anything about) and then get to the real heart of the day - Saint Patrick! Anther subject I know very little about, but we all know Saint Patrick's Breastplate, so at least we got some good hymn singing in.

Thanks to the following discussion on what a breastplate is (FINALLY something I knew!) Nathan now thinks Saint Patrick was a warrior. It might be time to do some research.

Why do we blog?

(I mean, aside from the fact we don't really at the moment...)

Once upon a time, we were thrown into parenthood 11 weeks early and needed a place to keep family and friends up to date as we figured out NICU life and life life with a preemie, and so this blog was born. And then three years later we did it all again. And then we stopped blogging.

Initially we had lots of time to write long updates - we were in the NICU, what else were we going to do? And as we continued to have medically complicated kids there continued to be long updates. Then the blog seemed like a good place to share pictures, but I switched from a PC to a Mac and stopped being able to add photos to the blog (yes - I see the irony in the fact that moving to the artist's favorite platform made it suddenly impossible for me to do anything artistic...) and there was no longer time for long posts, so this poor blog has been long neglected.

BUT why not make it a place for little updates and a record that we can look back on and see what our family was up to? So that's the new plan - short and sweet is much better than not at all. And if nothing else, I'll be glad do look back on this record when we are empty nesters (which could be before we turn 50!!).

Now to go grab all those short and sweet things that have landed on facebook and move them over here for safe keeping...