Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Mason's Halloween Party
mason had his halloween party at school yesterday. it was just so cute! i was lucky enough to get a sitter for hadley (and carter since he was home sick) and i volunteered for the party. the kids were all so excited, and the teachers did a great job of having lots of "stations" for the kids to go to. they painted pumpkins, made ghost lollipops, stuffed popcorn into monster hands, and had lots of fun snacks. they had a little parade to show off their costumes, and even had a pinata!
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Happy Birthday Princess Livie
today hadley and i went to celebrate livie's 5th birthday. she had a princess themed party, and hadley dressed up as Tinkerbell. it was so cute to see all the little girls dressed up and doing art projects, and playing musical tiaras.
livie is such a special little girl to me and her mom kelly is one of my best friends. 5 years ago, i was able to be in the delivery room with them on the day she was born. it was such an amazing experience. i can't believe how fast time goes...
olivia loves hadley and was so excited for her to be at her party today!!!! we had a great time!!!
hadley's onesie says:
all you need is faith and trust and a little bit of Pixie Dust
livie is such a special little girl to me and her mom kelly is one of my best friends. 5 years ago, i was able to be in the delivery room with them on the day she was born. it was such an amazing experience. i can't believe how fast time goes...
olivia loves hadley and was so excited for her to be at her party today!!!! we had a great time!!!
hadley's onesie says:
all you need is faith and trust and a little bit of Pixie Dust
Field Trip
mason had a field trip to a local farm this week. it was FREEZING out that day... he was excited when we first got there, but soon after the hay ride, he started to fall apart, and was cold, hungry, and tired. hadley was also very tired, so i decided it was time to go. some days just don't go as planned!
Friday, October 16, 2009
what's new with mr. carter
carter is really loving first grade this year. he started off the year really tired and not wanting to do his homework, and now he has much more energy and we are are in a great routine. he is just learning so much and i love hearing what's new at school. he is reading really good, and he seems to breeze through his homework without any hiccups. today is his first spelling test, and he has been practicing all week. i think he will get 100%.
he loves playing soccer. this year he is on a great team and his coaches are awesome!!!! i am looking into basketball for the winter and this spring he will play baseball (first year it isn't t-ball) and try lacrosse.
for moms of boys, it is hard to find the balance of raising your son to not be wimpy, or too aggressive. when i watch carter play with his friends, it is already so clear who has older brothers, who are only children, and who are the oldest in their family. i can't pick his friends for him, but i can encourage some friendships more than others, well at least i think i can. but in reality, i am not at school or on the bus.
here are some pics from soccer... i was playing with my new lens.
he loves playing soccer. this year he is on a great team and his coaches are awesome!!!! i am looking into basketball for the winter and this spring he will play baseball (first year it isn't t-ball) and try lacrosse.
for moms of boys, it is hard to find the balance of raising your son to not be wimpy, or too aggressive. when i watch carter play with his friends, it is already so clear who has older brothers, who are only children, and who are the oldest in their family. i can't pick his friends for him, but i can encourage some friendships more than others, well at least i think i can. but in reality, i am not at school or on the bus.
here are some pics from soccer... i was playing with my new lens.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
10 months old
hadley is 10 months old!!!! time is going so fast!!! she is turning into a big girl!
here is what miss hadley is up to these days:
she can clap, and wave
she likes to say "hi" - and does ALL THE TIME!
she pulls up to a stand
she like to play "peek a boo" and "how big is hadley?"
she is only eating table foods these days, and is a pretty good eater.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
a little help...
so tomorrow my baby girl will be 10 months old... wow, i can't believe how fast the time is going by. the next couple months are going to fly by. soon enough i will be planning hadley's first birthday and then it is christmas.
so, here's where i need help... gifts!!! what do 1 year old girls like?? i also need to get her some stuff the she can grow into since she will be getting a lot of gifts in a short amount of time.
please, any and all suggestions welcomed!!!! what do or did your kids love?????
(karen if you are reading this, what does fisher price have???)
so, here's where i need help... gifts!!! what do 1 year old girls like?? i also need to get her some stuff the she can grow into since she will be getting a lot of gifts in a short amount of time.
please, any and all suggestions welcomed!!!! what do or did your kids love?????
(karen if you are reading this, what does fisher price have???)
Sunday, October 4, 2009
will he hold your purse?
http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/magazine/articles/2009/10/04/will_he_hold_your_purse/
Will he hold your purse?
As a breast cancer doctor, I’ve learned how to spot a devoted husband -- a skill I try to share with my single and searching girlfriends.
I can’t help myself. I’ve worked as a breast cancer doctor for 20 years, I’ve watched thousands of couples cope with every conceivable (and sometimes unimaginable) kind of crisis, and I’ve seen all kinds of marriages, including those that rise like a beacon out of the scorched-earth terror that is a cancer clinic.
It’s a privilege to witness these couples, but the downside is I find myself muttering under my breath when my single female friends show me their ads for online dating. “Must like long walks on beach at sunset, cats,” they write, or “French food, kayaking, travel.” Or a perennial favorite: “Looking for fishing buddy; must be good with bait.” These ads make me want to climb onto my cancer doctor soapbox and proclaim, “Finding friends with fine fishing poles may be great in the short term. But what you really want to look for is somebody who will hold your purse in the cancer clinic.”
It’s one of the biggest take-home lessons from my years as an oncologist: When you’re a single woman picturing the guy of your dreams, what matters a heck of lot more than how he handles a kayak is how he handles things when you’re sick. And one shining example of this is how a guy deals with your purse.
I became acquainted with what I’ve come to call great “purse partners” at a cancer clinic in Waltham. Every day these husbands drove their wives in for their radiation treatments, and every day these couples sat side by side in the waiting room, without much fuss and without much chitchat. Each wife, when her name was called, would stand, take a breath, and hand her purse over to her husband. Then she’d disappear into the recesses of the radiation room, leaving behind a stony-faced man holding what was typically a white vinyl pocketbook. On his lap. The guy -- usually retired from the trades, a grandfather a dozen times over, a Sox fan since date of conception -- sat there silently with that purse. He didn’t read, he didn’t talk, he just sat there with the knowledge that 20 feet away technologists were preparing to program an unimaginably complicated X-ray machine and aim it at the mother of his kids.
I’d walk by and catch him staring into space, holding hard onto the pocketbook, his big gnarled knuckles clamped around the clasp, and think, “What a prince.”
I’ve worked at cancer clinics all around Boston since then, and I’ve seen purse partners from every walk of life, every age and stage. Of course, not every great guy accompanies his wife to her oncology appointment every day -- some husbands are home holding down the fort, or out earning a paycheck and paying the health insurance premiums -- but I continue to have a soft spot for the pocketbook guy. Men like him make me want to rewrite dating ads from scratch.
WANTED: A partner for richer or poorer and for better or worse and absolutely, positively in sickness and in health. A partner for fishing and French food and beach walks and kayak trips, but also for phone calls from physicians with biopsy results. A guy who knows that while much of marriage is a 50-50 give-and-take, sometimes it’s more like 80-20, and that’s OK, even when the 80-20 phase goes on and on. A man who truly doesn’t care what somebody’s breast looks like after cancer surgery, or at least will never reveal that he’s given it a moment’s thought. A guy who’s got some comfort level with secretions and knows the value of a cool, damp washcloth. A partner who knows to remove the computer mouse from a woman’s hand when she types phrases like “breast cancer death sentence” in a Google search. And, most of all, a partner who will sit in a cancer clinic waiting room and hold hard onto the purse on his lap.
Robin Schoenthaler is a radiation oncologist at the MGH Department of Radiation Oncology at Emerson Hospital in Concord. Send comments to coupling@globe.com. Story ideas Send yours to coupling@globe.com. Please note: We do not respond to ideas we will not pursue.
© Copyright 2009 Globe Newspaper Company.
Will he hold your purse?
As a breast cancer doctor, I’ve learned how to spot a devoted husband -- a skill I try to share with my single and searching girlfriends.
I can’t help myself. I’ve worked as a breast cancer doctor for 20 years, I’ve watched thousands of couples cope with every conceivable (and sometimes unimaginable) kind of crisis, and I’ve seen all kinds of marriages, including those that rise like a beacon out of the scorched-earth terror that is a cancer clinic.
It’s a privilege to witness these couples, but the downside is I find myself muttering under my breath when my single female friends show me their ads for online dating. “Must like long walks on beach at sunset, cats,” they write, or “French food, kayaking, travel.” Or a perennial favorite: “Looking for fishing buddy; must be good with bait.” These ads make me want to climb onto my cancer doctor soapbox and proclaim, “Finding friends with fine fishing poles may be great in the short term. But what you really want to look for is somebody who will hold your purse in the cancer clinic.”
It’s one of the biggest take-home lessons from my years as an oncologist: When you’re a single woman picturing the guy of your dreams, what matters a heck of lot more than how he handles a kayak is how he handles things when you’re sick. And one shining example of this is how a guy deals with your purse.
I became acquainted with what I’ve come to call great “purse partners” at a cancer clinic in Waltham. Every day these husbands drove their wives in for their radiation treatments, and every day these couples sat side by side in the waiting room, without much fuss and without much chitchat. Each wife, when her name was called, would stand, take a breath, and hand her purse over to her husband. Then she’d disappear into the recesses of the radiation room, leaving behind a stony-faced man holding what was typically a white vinyl pocketbook. On his lap. The guy -- usually retired from the trades, a grandfather a dozen times over, a Sox fan since date of conception -- sat there silently with that purse. He didn’t read, he didn’t talk, he just sat there with the knowledge that 20 feet away technologists were preparing to program an unimaginably complicated X-ray machine and aim it at the mother of his kids.
I’d walk by and catch him staring into space, holding hard onto the pocketbook, his big gnarled knuckles clamped around the clasp, and think, “What a prince.”
I’ve worked at cancer clinics all around Boston since then, and I’ve seen purse partners from every walk of life, every age and stage. Of course, not every great guy accompanies his wife to her oncology appointment every day -- some husbands are home holding down the fort, or out earning a paycheck and paying the health insurance premiums -- but I continue to have a soft spot for the pocketbook guy. Men like him make me want to rewrite dating ads from scratch.
WANTED: A partner for richer or poorer and for better or worse and absolutely, positively in sickness and in health. A partner for fishing and French food and beach walks and kayak trips, but also for phone calls from physicians with biopsy results. A guy who knows that while much of marriage is a 50-50 give-and-take, sometimes it’s more like 80-20, and that’s OK, even when the 80-20 phase goes on and on. A man who truly doesn’t care what somebody’s breast looks like after cancer surgery, or at least will never reveal that he’s given it a moment’s thought. A guy who’s got some comfort level with secretions and knows the value of a cool, damp washcloth. A partner who knows to remove the computer mouse from a woman’s hand when she types phrases like “breast cancer death sentence” in a Google search. And, most of all, a partner who will sit in a cancer clinic waiting room and hold hard onto the purse on his lap.
Robin Schoenthaler is a radiation oncologist at the MGH Department of Radiation Oncology at Emerson Hospital in Concord. Send comments to coupling@globe.com. Story ideas Send yours to coupling@globe.com. Please note: We do not respond to ideas we will not pursue.
© Copyright 2009 Globe Newspaper Company.
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