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Clothing swap?

August 22nd, 2014
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Claus isn't a cross-dresser. Really. But some recent incidents around the house sure could be taken otherwise if one didn't know.

Firstly, I commandeered one of the his dresser drawers because I had bought too many underthings and needed space. He opened up his boxer pants drawer one day and was greeted by the sight of little frilly things.

For all the funny things that happen in our house, he needs to trademark his hybrid look of confusion + amusement. "Um? Is there something I should know about myself? What kind of surgery did I have, again?"

"I'm borrowing drawer space until I figure out where to put my new lingerie. Thanks," I informed him. He usually just looks at me with a tired acceptance and moves along.

Not my shirt!

Not my shirt!

Secondly, he and I attended a celebration at surfer Carissa Moore's house after she won her second ASP Women's World Tour Champion.  At the party, they handed out t-shirts for men and baby tees for women.

I guess I wear mine more, because one day he wore his and Olivia asked me, "Why is Daddy wearing your shirt?" There is no way he could fit any clothing of mine. He's tried... Just kidding!

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I looked up to see what she meant and I realized it was his own manly t-shirt, so I explained to her that we both have the same shirt.

It's incidents like these that I hope she doesn't replay at school for her friends and teachers to wonder what the heck goes on at home!

Lady bag

August 20th, 2014
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My husband is hilarious. He was packing for a trip - last minute, as usual: and by that I mean the day of the trip - and was searching for a small carry-on bag.

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He came across one that was the right size, but it was mine, and it's very feminine. It's a LaSportsac bag, if that means anything to you. Nothing LeSportsac makes could mildly be construed as unisex.

Since I'm fairly girly, I bought a bag patterned with tiaras, crystal bling, stars, flowers, and lips. I said, "Are you really going to borrow MY bag? You can, but - as a carry on? Really?"

This is what happens when you pack an hour before you have to leave the house, so he took a second, rushed look at it and said, "Yeah. It'll be fine." I think he was hoping that because it's on a background of navy blue, the dark color would mitigate the feminine.

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I shrugged. "OK, then."

I drove him to the airport. When he got out and piled the carry on bag atop the suitcase, he looked again and said, "Oh. I guess this is rather ladylike." Then chuckled and left. Yup, too late now.

At least I know he's secure in his masculinity.

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Flying poshen

August 11th, 2014
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Olivia had a playdate with Meya. They were in the kitchen asking for weird ingredients and little bowls and measuring devices.

When I say weird, I mean weird. She asked if I had dragonfly breath. I was like, "Dragon breath? You mean bad breath?"

"No, Mommy. *eye roll* DragonFLY breath," said the sassy girl. "Where can we buy some?"

Oh, right, I just saw that on special in the weekly Long's ad.

They wouldn't tell us what they were trying to make but I figured out it wasn't brownies. Anyway, as long as they weren't burning the house down I didn't care as long as they were occupied and not fighting.

Then, Claus picked up his iPad to use (we are always grateful it hasn't melted from being Netflix'ed to death for hours upon hours) and saw this:

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Potions for how to fly and become a vampire. Poshens, I should say.

Upshot: it didn't work. I still have Earth-bound, non-blood sucking little girls running around the house.

But if it does kick in after a delayed reaction, I'll have to try some myself. If I were a vampire I wouldn't be so sleep deprived on the morning shift, plus I could fly to and from work and avoid the afternoon congestion on the roads.

 

Educator helps children understand what Alzheimer’s means for families

August 8th, 2014
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Alzheimer’s disease is a scary situation for adults. Imagine being a child and trying to understand how the diagnosis affects the entire family.

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Why Can’t Papa Remember My Name? is a resource for children on Alzheimer’s disease. The book teaches about the disease, that others are experiencing the same situation, and that mixed emotions are common and valid, all in language appropriate for children.

“The main point of the story is the changing behaviors of one who has Alzheimer’s explained in terms a child can understand,” Dr. Chang said.

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As primary caregiver for her husband, who had Alzheimer’s, Dr. Chang lived through the disease’s impact on young family members.

“Through my family’s experience, I observed the impact of this debilitating disease on family relationships, especially that of my grandson and his papa,” Dr. Chang said. “There were many resources on Alzheimer’s written for, about, and by adults, but books on the disease from a child’s perspective were limited.”

Why Can’t Papa Remember My Name? covers the confusion brought about by Alzheimer’s from a child’s point of view so young readers can understand what is happening and what they can do to help.

For more information, visit www.drjuvennachang.com.

Life in the early mornings

July 30th, 2014
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We are all still adjusting to my morning schedule. I get up at 2:30 a.m., I go to sleep at 7:30 p.m.

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Di & Ron

My lovely husband, always so accommodating, is trying to shift his schedule to match mine a little better. He has started waking up at 4 a.m. and doing his daily workout at the beginning of his day, instead of at the end.

The other shift is our sleeping habits. He is a light sleeper and, while he tolerated my schedule during my previous station's morning show for six months, he has decided that he doesn't like being awoken at the same time as me, so he has decided to sleep in another room. I feel so very old-married-couple.

It actually works out well, because I can make more noise in the morning without feeling guilty. The person who really loves this change is Olivia, who now is invited to sleep with Mommy.

I know the issue of co-sleeping is a controversial topic for Americans, and I'm a support of co-sleeping as long as it doesn't negatively impact the marriage bed. We had previously not let her sleep with us.

However, since I'd be alone anyway, Olivia and I both decided to take advantage of this and have her join me in bed. Her bedtime is the same as mine now! She loves that we fall asleep together!

The other person impacted by the show schedule is my dog. Yes, I called Inca a person.

My house is - shall we call it - a happy mess now, and we're all scrambling to get used to Mommy not having as much time to tend the domestics. For this, we forgot to buy Inca dog food. Oops.

For two days, we fed Inca whatever was around. We are doing our best. It happens. The first day, Claus said he would go to the store to get dog food, but he gets really busy at work and he couldn't.

The second day, we were cooking steak for dinner. "Is it OK to feed Inca this bone?"

"I guess so," I said.

Olivia summed it up best. "She ate cat food and Swiss cheese this morning. I think a steak bone is an upgrade," said my daughter. Some really funny things come out of the mouth of that seven-year-old.

Or maybe as Inca would say, "Meow."