Week in Review: Sidewalks, Sleeps, Surprises and Shows

Happy First Friday of April!  It has been a rainy/cloudy week as one would expect for April.

One of the Lenten devotions I love is going to Stations of the Cross on Friday evenings.  That plus listening to Hallow's Lent Pray40 each morning are such good additions to my prayer life.  Are any of you listening as well?  The story of Takashi Nagai is riveting and inspiring, and now I want to get his book.

Four out of five servers are Martins, can you spot the imposter?

 Down at The Ice Cream Cottage, the sidewalk is getting an upgrade.  The sidewalk really needed to be redone, but the Town also decided to extend it about six more feet to make room for outdoor seating.

Before

During

After

Now we have to reconstruct a little garden to hide our ugly foundation, and buy some tables and chairs and benches to fill the space.  We weren't exactly ready to make these purchases after just having closed on the building last month, but people are excited for outdoor seating and we don't want to disappoint our customers!  I'm not sure if the restaurants on either side of us will do outdoor seating but I'm sure they feel the (social media, word of mouth) pressure as well.

April cleaning brings a May opening, and the kids have been helping Phil get things sparkly clean and set up.  You learn a lot in a family business, and the top lesson is that it's a lot of hard work!

I took the winter comforter off our bed and replaced it with this very pretty (at a great price!) duvet cover (had to buy a duvet too).  I chose the Mineral Blue color in California King size because even though we only have a king sized bed, we like our comforters a little more roomy.  I swear I've been sleeping better since we made the switch.

JP went out to his car one day after working at the hospital and found flowers and a note:

How incredibly sweet of this person!  JP said he saw a couple other cars had it as well :)

I made a really quick soup last Sunday night for lunches for the week and it turned out so yummy!  I just chopped some veggies and added chicken, chicken broth, spices and some chickpea pasta.  A bowl of the soup plus a greek yogurt ended up being about 300 calories with 38 grams of protein, not too shabby!

Phil and I finished watching The Residence, very Agatha Christie-esque:

We are impatiently waiting for the next episode of Paradise to come out:

I also watched Con Mum over the weekend, a good documentary about, you guessed it, a mom who conned.  

We are ready for a new show if anyone has anything they are loving?

Have a great weekend everybody!!

11 Years of Declan Kolbe

 I'm sorry to my other children, who all have their God-given strengths and talents, but Declan Kolbe Martin was our cutest baby ever.

Proof:

How did I ever get anything done while kissing those perfect cheeks all day?  What helped make this little guy even more handsome was his easy-going personality.  He's been a sweetheart from Day One all the way through Day 4018 or what was known as his 11th Birthday!

We started the day with a donut breakfast on the way to school, then he said that his teacher and friends made the day so special.  His friends sang to him, one brought him (another) donut, and his teacher let him be the assistant for the day so he sat up next to her desk and helped make decisions.  He told me every.single.detail of the day when we went on a walk after school with the dog, one of his favorite things to do (both the uninterrupted talking time and being outside).  

Managing Mom Guilt - Big Family Activities

 Declan started practices for his spring soccer league that was sold to us as a "close travel" league. But then I got the schedule (after paying $180 for registration and $200 for uniforms), and his first game is on Nantucket. Yes, the island. As in, a one-hour drive to the ferry in Hyannis, followed by a 2-hour ferry ride to Nantucket, all for a one-hour soccer game—and then travel the whole thing backwards.

Yeah, no thanks. Declan will be skipping that first game. Luckily, the rest of the games are less than an hour away, but I’m reminded why we didn’t do travel sports for our kids until now—and only because there’s just one child who wanted to partake. Imagine trying to manage travel teams back in the day when five of them played soccer at once? Impossible.

Which brings me to one of the hardest parts about being a mom to lots of kids: trying to give the same opportunities and experiences to each child.

Now, I don’t want this to be confused with giving each child “love and attention,” which is often the reason given to not have more than a couple of kids. The secret that the world doesn’t realize is that giving children more siblings naturally gives them more love and attention. There are literally more people in the family who interact with them, care for them, play with them, and have their backs. Parents aren’t the only source of love and attention (or entertainment, for that matter), and I dare say that children from healthy, big families get plenty of support and feel loved by many—which might not always be the case in smaller families.

But while love is infinite, financial resources and hours in the day are not. And that’s where having lots of kids in activities can get tricky. Much to my husband’s dismay, my brain tends to keep track of the opportunities we gave the older kids, and I feel the need to give the younger kids the same. They don’t have to choose the exact same sports or instruments or activities, but I want them to have access to everything, and not be held back or discouraged just because we’re busier now, paying for college tuitions, or, let’s be honest, just plain older and more tired now!

Week in Review: A Getaway, Retreat Weekend, and We Bought the Cottage!

Happy Last Friday in March!  This month typically feels really long and boring to me, but it seems to have flown by this year.  I want to shoutout a very Happy Birthday to Haley (today) and my Mum (Wednesday) - love you both so much!

I made my mom a Lemon Meringue Cake

Phil made Haley her favorite cookies

Last Friday, Phil and I headed up to New Hampshire for a weekend getaway with friends.  I don't think we've ever done something like this but we figured that JP was home to be in charge, and he won't be living with us after July so we might as well take advantage :)  It was a fun time without many pictures, except for a walk we took in the mountains one morning:

A trip to Zeb's for some chocolates in North Conway:

And an 80s band playing at the mountain restaurant (see those skiers through the window?):

JP sent some pics so we knew everybody was ok:

Brendan taking a prayer break

Pizza for dinner is always a winner

Week in Review: Gaelic and Garlic, Food and Kids

Happy Friday!  It's Spring even if it doesn't quite feel like it yet here (does it where you live?)  Let's look back at this week, shall we?

On Saturday, after arriving home from the hospital, we made Eamon's requested dinner of fettuccine alfredo (and chicken) because his half marathon race was the next day and he wanted to carboload like his running inspiration:

"I ate more fettuccine alfredo and drank less water than I have in my entire life"

~ Michael Scott 

Eye Exams and an ER Experience

This past weekend was...eventful.  On Friday after work/school, Maggie and I had eye appointments.  I am the only one in the family who wears glasses/contacts but Maggie said she was having some trouble seeing while driving at night.  The nice and very talkative doctor listened to her and assured her that everyone has trouble seeing at night (unless they are an owl) and pity-prescribed her a very low prescription for glasses.  We ordered a pair from Firmoo.com (use code Colleen447) for less than $30 total and we will see if they help her while driving.

Maggie snuck this picture of my eye exam, all was good.

On Saturday morning, Phil, Maggie, and I went to a workout class at the gym.  It's the hardest class they offer, and is set up in stations around a track where you do a different move for 45 seconds before moving to the next station (think flipping a huge tire, battle ropes, mini hurdles, etc.)  The instructor is a beast and pushes us to our limits with lots of running and weight moves of arms, legs, and abs in-between the track circuits.  

Anyhoo, when we got home, Phil was feeling like he couldn't quite catch his breath still, even though Maggie and I were fine (exhausted but breathing fine).  I had him test his oxygen (thanks Mom for insisting we get one for home during the pandemic) but his fingers were so cold that it wouldn't register (also weird for him).  Everyone else tested their levels and we were all in the high 90s, but after Phil warmed up in the shower, he was testing at only 86.  

If you remember from three years ago, Phil had three blood clots in his right calf.  Last Monday, he had said he felt similar pain in his left calf that he had felt three years ago, but it went away after a few hours.  Putting everything together in my brain, I told him we needed to go to the hospital to get a scan for clots.  I was wishing that JP (an ER Tech) was home to ask his opinion, but he was in Ohio visiting friends.  Andrew was home for Spring Break and even being the barely-nursing-student that he is, he seconded the motion and off we went.

We drove a little farther to the hospital where JP works, as it is a quieter hospital than the one near our house, and it was worth it as we were the only ones in the waiting room.

* Funny Story Time *

The woman who was checking Phil in and getting his vitals saw that he was wearing an Ice Cream Cottage sweatshirt.  

Lady: "The Ice Cream Cottage?  Oh I hate you guys!  You are taking away my JP from working here when you open!"

Phil: "Oh yes, sorry, but we need him to work while our other workers are still in school."

Lady: "We just love JP so much, he is the best and such a hard worker.  He told me he makes more money working for you and I understand, but we don't want him to go!"  

A few minutes later, she asks "So how did you get to know JP?"

Phil (confused, as he thought it was clear):  "I'm his dad.  We are his parents."

Lady: "WHAT?!?!?!  How old are you??  You are too young to have a son JP's age!!"

She just thought Phil worked with him at The Cottage, oh man it was so funny.

They moved Phil to the next room to get an EKG (totally normal) and the guy doing that also said how he loved working with JP.  Then we were put in a room, and the nurse, upon finding out that we were JP's parents, sang his praises as well.  "He's the absolute best Tech we have here.  We never have to ask him to do something, he just knows what needs to be done and he never stops.  Such a hard worker!"

To be honest, Phil and I kept staring at each other with befuddled looks because as much as we love JP, we do not see this hard-working side of him at home.  It's like pulling teeth to get him to help out with dishes or laundry typically, he loves to sleep in to noon if he has a day off, and all through school I had to be on his case to study.  

Even JP agrees :)

So what I'm saying is there's hope, parents!  I guess once they find their passion and/or work for others, they are impressive!

Back to the hospital stay, we settled in and they did blood work and a chest Xray on Phil.  Phil's oxygen level was fine the whole time we were there, and he felt stupid for coming, but I reminded him that it would be good news if nothing was found.  

Then they did a chest CT scan with dye and four hours after arriving, we got the diagnosis of... a small clot in his lungs.  He also had a couple blood tests with elevated levels, and the PA wanted to admit him for observation overnight.  We talked about it and decided with the prescription of Eliquis and a promise to follow up on Monday, we would go home.

We missed our king sized bed

Phil went to his primary doctor yesterday, and is getting repeat blood work and an ultrasound of his leg done on Thursday.  Phil is only 44, works out regularly, eats pretty healthy, doesn't smoke, and doesn't have any reason for the clots (they tested him to see if it was genetic after the first clots).  Prayers appreciated that we can figure everything out and that his blood decides never to clot again, m'kay blood?  

P.S. Happy St. Joseph's Day!