Kid's Kingdom

Posted by Felicia on 11:30 AM
We spent a lovely, albeit hot, afternoon at the park on Saturday. It was actually quite gorgeous with the sun shining and a slight breeze. We got there 20 min. early so I told my kid he could go play until it was time to walk to the field. I just have to say that our park here is nothing short of fantastic. It's the kind of park I wanted to play on as a kid. Who am I kidding? I do it now. For the kids. Yeah that's why.
The park is called Kid's Kingdom, and for good reason. It's like a wooden castle with plenty of things to climb in, on, under, and over. It's kid heaven I tell ya. The land was a farm way back when and when the owners died they willed it to the city to be used for parks and recreation. With donated help from the community for design, and building materials, and man hours they created this wonderful place for our kids.

Look at that wood! It's a fortress!
Parents get a spot to sit and watch their children race past them in obvious glee.
Look how adorable that is. Crayon fortress? Awesome!
As you can see there are swings and plenty of trees for maximum shade. Thank you landscaping designers!
And plenty of things to climb on, swing on, bounce on, you name it they've got it. Rock wall? Oh yeah!
And when the kids get hot they can run through this water mister. Genius. I had to bribe a few kids with gum so I could lay against it for a few minutes without them shoving me out of the way. Just teasin. Maybe.
Ooooooh....twisty slides. I looooove twisty slides. And I still fit...kinda sorta....

I love this park, my kid loves this park, and it's safe, and clean, and beautiful. Could you ask more for your kid than that?

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Updates and tidbits

Posted by Felicia on 12:30 PM
*I have stood here before inside the pouring rain,With the world turning circles running round my brain,I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign,But its my destiny to be the king of pain.*

My reign of pain has ended. *knock on wood* I had a rough weekend hugging my pillow and mumbling incoherently about stabbing the dentist..I think that's what it was because it was all incoherent and all. By Monday the pain was subsiding, and I was down to 20 lorcets a day. Ok I exagerate a bit, but hey it seemed like I was sucking those things down like M&M's. My boss was kind enough to pay me for drooling on the keyboard and offering inappropriate finger gestures to customers who made that day more difficult for me than it was. By Tuesday I actually woke up and didn't feel the need to take enough pain pills to tranquilize a small elephant. Progress!

And today I got my stitch removed and the evil thing in the white coat was kind enough to shove a rank, medicine soaked piece of gauze into my gaping hole where my once beautiful and useful tooth used to be. And the kicker? I owe more money for the fact that it turned into a surgical removal and not a straight extraction. Wait, I'll bend over so you can shove it farther up there. Yeah thanks for that. *Call me* But anyhoo I am feeling sooooo much better, and oh hey, the sun is actually shining, and the world is beautiful again, and my kid has grown 7 whole inches. Where does the time go?

Remember that whole "my son may have AD/HD" thing I posted about? Well as it turns out ...he has it. The inattentive type. The doctor was very nice, and explained everything to us, and then because she is magic she made it go away. Poof! I wish. We got a prescription and some samples for the medication he is on already and some diagnosis letters for the school, and things that will help us pull an assessment together with the teachers so we can get his needs accomodated. He's not learning impaired he just needs to be taught in a different way. You wouldn't tell a blind kid to start seeing when they clearly cannot. They need another method to learn. That's all he needs is another method to learn. Amazingly the doctor read my mind and wondered why the school could not have been proactive at the time of my first conference and given him the assessment he so clearly needed as opposed to just waiting for an official letter from a doctor. See a need, take care of a need. Nuff said.

We are preparing for our trip to Florida next week, and are tres` excited. We will be staying in a luxury 3 bedroom suite/condo with a livingroom/kitchen/dining room and balcony. *Color me happy there's a sofa in here for two.* So wonderful! You think there's ANY chance I might run into Johnny Depp wearing his Capt. Jack Sparrow costume while I'm there? And that he'll leave his wife for me because I look amazing(read ridiculous) in Disney paraphernalia and comfy sneakers? No? Rats! One can dream can't they?

Apparently I am in hot demand for my awesome cupcakes once again. So far I have made 3 dozen cupcakes for a baby shower, and I have an order for more cupcakes from someone who tasted the baby shower cupcakes. Word of mouth is the BEST advertising. I have been thinking of new flavors like S'mores, Key Lime Pie, Chocolate covered Strawberry, Italian Creme Cake, Irish Cream, Cookies N` Cream, Death By Chocolate, Vanilla Bean, Banana Cream Pie, Snickerdoodle, and many others. Any suggestions? Comments? Orders? Hehehe

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Two words- Dry socket

Posted by Felicia on 10:41 AM
I'd like to subtitile this- Viable reason to committ suicide

I spent the weekend in agony...let me back up a little. I went to the dentist last Thurs. because I was having tooth pain. Upon examination the dentist declared that the tooth was cracked to the root beyond repair and they would have to take it out. Como say what? So anyway it hurt like hell and they sent me home with explicit instructions to not spit, suck anything, or eat anything harder than mush, and a prescription for 12 lorcet tablets.

Fast forward to Sat. afternoon and the pain gets WORSE and I am out of pain medicine. By Sat. evening I am writhing in pain on the couch, and nothing, and I do mean nothing, is helping. I called my mom and she came over and brought Eugenol (Clove oil) and cotton balls. By this point I was ready to throw myself out a window. Let me just describe the pain. It starts in your mouth, throbbing, and pulsing, radiating towards your jaw and neck, up to your ear and underneath your eye socket. I could literally have clawed my face apart it hurt that bad.

My mom called the dental answering service and threatened to hurt them if they didn't call the dentist A.S.AP. They called back and asked what the pain felt like. I said like birthing pains, but in my face, and could you please just read my mind because this talking thing is not cool. She says..." Ohhhhh, you have DRY SOCKET." Nooooooooooooooooooo F%&*#*@&^@!!!! SO they called in another pain prescription and some antibiotics just in case. All I can do now is wait and try not to over medicate which is pretty damn tempting to be honest.

To bring this home for you I drew an illustration for your entertainment and enjoyment. Obviously it is not to scale and proportions are not accurate as I am nowhere near being that skinny, but I figure I'm in enough pain without adding insult to injury so I drew myself skinny. It's my pity party and I'll do what I want to....
I read that dry socket can last like 2 weeks in some cases. Please pray that I am NOT one of those cases. Disneyworld won't be the happiest place on earth if I have to be taking painkillers...on second thought....

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Posted by Felicia on 11:45 AM
Who's the leader of the club that's made for me and you?

Mickey Mouse!!!

In 2 weeks we will be heading south to the retirement capitol of the world, beautiful Sunny Florida! Wooohooooo! *Happy dance*

Now I am a big Disney fan. I know all the bad stuff, but I just don't give a crap. Disney is fun, and magical, and it tranports you , and just for a little while you get to be a kid again and believe in the fantasy. So all the Disney haters(you know the ones that whine about Disney being a giant money guzzling entity...I Know I know)can suck it. I prefer to look at it from a positive angle.

Disney has been a staple in my life since I was born. Having grown up in Southern California I went to Disneyland A LOT; as a child with my family, with friends as a teenager, and as a mom with my son. I even had an annual pass and would go twice a week sometimes. That's how much I love it. I had dreams of dancing in the parades as an entertainer and being a disney character walking the park. Now in 1992 I did get part of my wish granted when I was invited to perform at the opening ceremonies of EuroDisneyland in Paris, France. Talk about amazing, and an unbelieveable 18th birthday gift! I had a blast of course, and then EXACTLY 4 years later I danced in a Disneyland parade when they plucked me out of the audience. It was fate I tell you. F.A.T.E.! Soooo as you can see me and Disney love each other. BIG, RED, FLUFFY Mouse-shaped ear love.

When my friends invited me and my son to go, we hesitated for like -.02 nanoseconds before we jumped at the chance. Ummm...yes please! So Oct.5 we are Florida bound. Jack Sparrow here I come.

Now so you don't think I am completely looney we will also be visiting non-Disney parks while we are there...ya know for balance and all. We will go to Universal Studios, U.S. Islands of Adventure, Busch Gardens & Sea World. It will be a whirlwind vacation. I can't wait!!! Now if only I could find my old Mouseketeer Fan Club card from 1976. You only wish I were kidding.

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Say cheese!

Posted by Felicia on 9:03 AM
I LOVE cameras. Wait....let me clarify... I LOVE,LOVE, LOVE cameras. I have always been fascinated with cameras and pictures because they freeze a moment in time and preserve it. Photographic evidence of happiness, sorrow, grief, elation, triumphs, defeats, trials, and successes. They are quite amazing, and I can't even tell you how much I am obsessed with them.

My great-grandfather Grandpa Valencia used to take a lot of family photos. Now suffice it to say they were not the greatest photos as we all ended up missing the tops of our heads or there was something cloudy in the shot or inevitably it would be out of focus. This lead to the family joke of The Valencia School of Photography; if you took a bad picture you were said to be a graduate of The Valencia School of Photography. Sadly Grandpa Valencia passed away in 1992, and I was fortunate enough to have inherited his collection of Kodak cameras consisting of the folding type, the Brownie, and various other instematic ones from years gone by. I dearly love them. They are what really started my camera craze.

Over the past years I have used 35mm cameras because of the clarity of the pictures. I resisted the digital age as much as I could. What if I wanted to blow up my pictures to poster size? Huh? Would the digital pixels look too grainy? I was not a believer in digital. But times they are a changin. I have had the opportunity to use a few of them through friends and have discovered their convenience and ease of use. Oh damn you technology and your usefulness. I caved and finally bought one because honestly I still have 20 rolls of film to develop and ummm....well....the digital camera is just easier to get pictures off of. Yeah I know...20 rolls of film. I procrastinate...what can I say, but somehow developing my Paris, France pictures 14 years later makes for a welcoming surprise. *Oh hey, that's where those pictures went!*

In searching for said new digital camera I wanted something relatively inexpensive that would help me get started, and gave me a little control over some photo effects. I did my research and found this: The Canon Powershot A540. Hello gorgeous!
It is basically a point & shoot, but can be used manually as well so I can still have some control over how my pictures turn out. And the best part...I got it for $60.00 less than what it retails for. Hallelujah! I can't wait. It will arrive today or tomorrow so expect to see a lot more pics posted on this here blog. Yessiree, I am one happy little girl. Say cheese!

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Hehehe*giggle*snort- aka Conversations with my kid

Posted by Felicia on 8:59 PM
Conversations with Colin

*On the way to soccer practice tonight listening to Cat's in the Cradle by Harry Chapin*

"MOM! That's the song that was on Shrek 3! "

"It was? What part?"

"When they were on the boat. Remember? When donkey sang that to Shrek, and Shrek said (insert really good imitation of Mike Myers Shrek voice) Donekay, where's the part where this is supposed to make me feel bettah?" he says laughing himself.

" That was a really good impression sweetie. " I say laughing

"Yeah, I'm like the spitting image of Mike Myers huh?"

"Well spitting image refers to someone's resemblance of their appearance."

"Oh, then I'm like the spitting....sound?"


*Driving home from soccer practice*

" Mom my stomach kinda hurts from when Daniel accidentally kicked the ball at my stomach."

" I bet it did honey, but you seemed okay after that and you practiced the rest of the time. "

" I think there might be internal bleeding though Mom."


* After his shower eating some dessert*

" I really like ice cream.", he said licking his spoon.

"It's good isn't it? It's okay for a once in awhile treat. "

"Yep, because it's delightful!"

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Sanity is for wimps

Posted by Felicia on 2:18 PM
"Mommmmmmm! I didn't want to miss my soccer game today!" My son says whining and in obvious disgust at my memory.

"Sweetie I'm sorry I got confused about the time of the game." I say trying to prevent a mental breakdown into the throes of whining hell.

"How did you get confused? " He says cocking his head to the side wondering how in the world I could possibly be human.

" Well because your team mother sent an e-mail stating that pictures would be at 2:45 before our game, and I guess I read it wrong or skipped over it because the e-mail also stated that it would happen NEXT week on the 22nd. I'm sorry...I'm retarded what can I say?"

" Uh...yeah." Rolling his eyes at my supposed obvious statement that he knew all along , but that I somehow just found out.

"Thanks for your support son. Oh and by the way you should know I'm having you put up for adoption next week, and I'm hoping you will be adopted by a group of traveling gypsies who happen to run a circus back in their home country of Romania and want to teach you to steal coins out of people's pockets while they perform." I say smugly

" Mom, you really are retarded. " He calls out as he walks out of the room.

" It's hereditary! Good luck!"

It totally is. Sanity is for wimps.

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Because I like to look at his face...

Posted by Felicia on 8:10 PM
I know you might be tired of looking at my kid, but I can't help it. I love to look at his face. His face is so expressive and he wears his heart on his sleeve. I know he will experience sadness, and pain, and grief, and disappointment during his life, but if he holds onto happiness he will make it through all of that other stuff that life will throw at him. My wishes used to be so huge and selfish, but now...my wish is simple. I just want him to be happy.

Yeah...he'll be o.k.

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Don't mess with Mama!

Posted by Felicia on 10:43 AM
I have been a bad blogger; a NON-blogger if you will. But I have a note from my teacher so there!
These past couple of weeks have been a blur of activity with small snapshots of clear-cut reality, and a disillusioning sense of what is what.
Como say huh? I know, I know I'll stop waxing poetic and tell y'all(2 of you) what has been happening around the homestead.
I got an e-mail from his three teachers stating that they wanted a conference with me last week to discuss my sons grades. Now let me back up a little here. The conference at the beginning of the school year is nothing new to me, and I half expect the summons every year knowing my son the way I do. Not because he's misbehaving, but for another reason entirely. You see my son has had a problem with paying attention in class and getting his work done. At first we thought it might be immaturity, then his doctor thought it was related to his sleep apnea. He had his tonsils and adenoids removed, but they missed his vocal chords entirely! DRAT! Just teasin...although every once in awhile a mute button wouldn't hurt ya know? After the surgery he started sleeping better, but the problems at school did not improve. Soooooo, here we are.
They call me in and I face a firing squad of all three teachers sitting on their mighty thrones made out of old thesaurus' and dictionaries held together by the entrails of old misbehaving students. I kid I kid, I joke I joke. But seriously, I was a little intimidated having all three of them tell me how "concerned" they were that my son was falling seriously behind. " This is 4th grade now and it's a different ballgame." I listened and nodded, and asked questions. And then they dropped the bomb. " Has he ever been evaluated for AD/HD?" I tell them no, but that I will discuss it with his doctor at his appt. that week. They offer their advice, and I kindly tell them I am on it and will do whatever needs to be done. Then I broke down in tears. In FRONT OF THEM. I was a little embarrassed that I couldn't keep it together after that.
That night I got online and ordered some books about AD/HD even though I'm not sure it is that, but I thought what the hell I can at least learn something that might help right? So I order a book for him called "How to slow down and pay attention" that is written from a kids perspective, and some books on organization and parenting AD/HD kids. I am nothing if not thorough in my research to help my son.
On Thursday I took my son to the doctor and explained EVERYTHING the teachers mentioned and shared my own concerns. She listened attentively, asked questions, and talked to my son. She said it would be a bit easier to diagnose if it were the hyperactivity kind of AD/HD, but his might be a bit trickier. She gave us an appt. for a specialist who deals exclusively with the inattentive type of AD/HD, and felt it necessary to start him on a very small dose of a medication. I was wary of it, but she explained it was a non-stimulant, and very mild. I have read horror stories of these medications and this was not my first choice, but I trust her and know she would not have given them to him if she didn't think he needed them. We left feeling a little better knowing we were on the right track to figuring out what was going on and getting some help.
The next day I sent e-mails to his teachers to keep them abreast(haha..I'm such a 12 yr old.) of the situation. One of the teachers had lent me a book which I sent back with my son, but because he is remembering challenged he has not given her the book. I sent an e-mail to let her know it was in his bookbag. I got no reply until this week and she replied with a very terse note. You can imagine how upset I was. Uh hello? It's been a week since we had the conference and less than that since we started the medication. It will take time!!! I'm sorry I forgot to grab my magic wand out of storage as I have been winging this whole parenting thing since he was born because I like a challenge. It takes at least 2-4 wks to see any real big changes, and we are working on it!!! Give the kid some slack.
When he got home I checked his assignment book and his homeroom teacher had written a note telling me he didn't finish his work, and then wrote at the bottom- " We have a problem!" EXCLAMATION POINT. Uh...I was at that conference. I KNOW he has a problem. Writing that note only made Colininsky feel like crap, and me feel like a horrible parent. I got the message. And my son saw it and sobbed in my arms last night because he feels like all of his teachers hate him for forgetting all the time. I rocked him as only a mother can and then sent him to the shower. As soon as he shut the door I burst into tears. I had a good cry and then got mad. I wrote an e-mail to his teachers asking them to please send any messages via e-mail or a sealed envelope. Just use good judgement. His self-esteem is poor over this anyway; no need to add fuel to the fire.
I spoke with his principal this morning and poured out my thoughts and feelings. Mama Bear was in attack mode for her cub. I was articulate, and calm, and diplomatic, but I was MAD. He needs time and patience and understanding. That's all I was asking. You just don't mess with the MAMA!!!!

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