Tag: Madden

St’ehcaytion (Staycation…..)

St’ehcaytion (Staycation…..)

No opportunity for a vacation in the near future, perhaps a one day ‘stay’cation is in order. Seeing as it’s the Canada Day holiday here in Canuck land, and 150th no less, perhaps it would best be called a ‘St’eh’cation. This is obviously my inept attempt at some Canadian humour.

Madden, Mason, and Ivy - hooked on electronicsAs our childcare responsibilities have been frequent it seems that the ‘me’ time or ‘our’ time has been somewhat restricted. We have had the g-kids almost every day and in fact we filled in for the closed daycare on both Thur. and Friday. On Friday we even hung out with our g-nephew Mason, he likes to chum with Madden and Ivy.

Saturday was also a day off, sans children,  so I did take the time to catch up on a couple nagging home tasks. Don’t kid yourself I did relax a titch too. So today (Sun) when the opportunity came to leave town I took the opportunity. Unfortunately my wife is sick again so I had to go solo. It was only a quick trip to Salmon Arm to sit in on a private showing of Despicable Me 3 but I thought the road trip might be nice and it may provide me with the time to take a few photos. I did get a couple, maybe if they meet my high standards I’ll post them.

I’m winding up the afternoon with a beer and some lunch at one of my favourite haunts, Brandt’s Pub. It’s a short walk from my house and I like to come here to write. And if I have a bit too much libation I can stagger home. When I think about it I don’t think any of it really improves my writing but it’s a nice excuse to get away, and have a couple beer, and I can kid myself about my blogging.

Oh, My lil’Buddy

Oh, My lil’Buddy

Oh my lil’Buddy, how my heart aches, for you! You are struggling and we are struggling with you.

Our pain is for my grandson, Madden. He was recently diagnosed with ADHD and was prescribed medication for it. I know nothing about the various drug therapies but of course we all hoped this would be put him well on the way to having a somewhat ‘normal’ life, without the angst and stresses associated with the disease. He showed signs of calmness almost immediately and steadily improved to the point where he was ready for the next step, an increase in his meds. That’s where the train came off the tracks.

While he took his meds easily and without question when it was 1 pill it quickly became a problem when there was 2. The issue wasn’t the swallowing it seemed but more that he just decided he wasn’t going to do it anymore. So, it stopped.

Now most people ask “well, how does he get to decide?”, and they are correct, In a way. When you have a child with a strong will though, as he certainly does, you don’t just easily tell him what to do. If he decides he doesn’t want to take the pill(s) there is little you can do. You can’t really force it down his throat, you can’t hold him and put it in his mouth. You can try to mix with food or drink etc. but due to the slow release nature of this medication you can’t crush or otherwise change the form of the pill. In essence you are stuck. And striking or spanking is not a solution.

This has of course caused, or contributed to, a significant deterioration of his behaviour. Where he was much calmer before and relating to other kids he has now become somewhat aggressive and is frequently bouncing off the walls. His relationship to his parents, to me, and even to his Gram is strained, and his Gram has always been someone who has always been in his court unwaveringly. She now struggles against (what seems to her) to be the giving up of all those around Madden. While we haven’t given up we all have our limits, and mine in particular has been breached.

It has gotten to the point where even at daycare he is becoming unwelcome. Sally, the daycare provider, has also been one of his staunch supporters and even she is reaching her limits. The other day he was given a time-out due to his actions, so he sat there alone while other kids were being taken home. If I had to guess I’d say it was not only embarrassing but perhaps even humiliating, but then I know nothing of a 5 year old’s psyche.

Oh, my lil’buddy! My heart aches.

Many Things Have Changed

Many Things Have Changed

Well, I find myself at point that is, shall we say, disconcerting. That itself may not be the right word but it’s the best I can come up with right now. My intent was just to post a quick update and move on, but when I ventured into this site I was both confused and surprised. It appears the formatting has changed from what I remember and I was a tad ‘lost’.

Not to digress though, my update is that all is well for the most part, and while my home situation is somewhat discombobulated (read that the house is in disarray) I don’t feel too bad.

We’ve been visiting with our 3 year old grandson, rather he with us, and for the most part is has been enjoyable. Tiring, but enjoyable. Makes me glad I did it, raising kids when I was 20 not 58.

I just returned him to sender a few hours ago and upon my return home witnessed the partial dis-assembly of our house, thus part of the “disarray”. Some of the walls have been cut away, as have portions of the basement ceilings and the main floor hardwood. This is all due to water damage as a result of plumbing lines/drains being plugged. It seems our washing machine discharge was too much for the pipes to handle in their diminished capacity.

The other part of the disarray is that my crap is everywhere. I just moved back home after an 11 month stint away, working in Kamloops BC. It’s amazing how much sh** a person can accumulate/transfer in such a short period of time. It was/is a learning experience though and one I may or may not repeat.

So, ‘nuf said, I’ll fix this website and move on. I’ll fix the house and move on, I’ll just fix what needs fixin’ and…….move on.

And We’re Off

And We’re Off

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And, here we go again, again an endless series of mundane thoughts and senseless drivel. It ain’t so bad though, it’s my thoughts and my drivel. You have the choice to take it or leave it.

Of course I’d always prefer you take it, that’s the point isn’t it?

Life has been, well, shall we say continuous. That too is a good thing. I’ve been in and out of town and actually accomplishing things on the home front. My new meds Citalopram seem to have taken hold and turned my ambition level around. That in itself is a good thing, a really good thing if it holds.

We just got back from visiting our daughter who just gave birth to a baby girl, Ivy, only 2 weeks ago tomorrow. I spent the week prior and the week after the birth at their place helping wherever possible. My wife, much to her dismay, had to come home to work. Sucks to be her. I do feel for her though, that was me prior to retirement.

She is cute too, Ivy I mean. Of course my wife also cute, that goes without saying. We miss her already and have only been away a day. I have pictures to remind me though, lots of pictures. And photos of Madden too. He’s also in my thoughts. I love them all, what can I say. I’m a sucker for grandkids.

Wow! MIA again

Wow! MIA again

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder but I’m pretty sure that only applies to a few situations. Perhaps that only pertains to loving relationships, not errant bloggers. Lately I feel like one of those bloggers. I’m MIA, “missing in action”.

Certainly it does not apply to those who profess to love the art of expression though blogging, and yet in their absence from the ‘net show a position which could be construed as indifferent at best. I hope that’s not me.

What can I say that I haven’t said before, life gets in the way. Didn’t a wise man once say that?

Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans.
John Lennon

Enough of that, it’s been said here too much before.

I’ve been a nomad of late, travelling here and there, mostly back and forth to Kelowna where my daughter and family live/work. Let’s face it, that’s where my grandson Madden is too.

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At any rate I’m frequently mobile, not lots of time at home. And when my needs for grandson attention call you can bet I’ll respond.

He’s a big one for electronics as you can see from the photo above. I think that’s a genetic thing as both his mother and father, and me of course, are addicted to e-devices of one sort or another. Not something to be proud of necessarily, just an observation. I for one can’t seem to shake ‘the beast’. They are addictive, so even if I’m not around, if I’m MIA, I can still likely be found on my device

Is it True Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder?

Is it True Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder?

Is it true that absence makes the heart grow fonder? I sure hope so, I want you to be as find of me as possible, and I’ve been absent for a bit.

It’s been a while since I’ve written. I have missed it, I won’t lie, and there are no excuses, my bad.

You know how sometimes you just never seem to make it to the things you like? Despite your desires things just don’t transpire like you want. It’s kinda like that, and that sounds suspiciously ‘excuse-like’ doesn’t it.

I could talk about the weather (gorgeous), or life with my grandson Madden in it (blessed), or the potentially rich life of a retiree (outstanding), but I won’t. I’ve said enough on that.

I’ll post a couple photos instead, way easier.

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Life is pretty good if we can appreciate it.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Up

Weekly Photo Challenge: Up

Ok, I had to do it. Pictures of grandchildren are at some point mandatory. In this case he, my grandson Madden, is standing “Up”. This is not the first time but certainly one of the first. He looks like such a little man.

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Also where I thought I might have some difficulty finding something else “Up”ish, in fact I found a number of shots that could be tied to the “Up” concept (albeit loosely in some cases). Enjoy.

This weeks photo challenge is “Up”. As always to see additional posts please go here, to the Weekly Photo Challenge page.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Green

Weekly Photo Challenge: Green

What does green mean to me?  Well apart from the obvious (to me) of plants or nature, and money, it also means envy.  In my particular case it’s envy of those who get to spend more time with my grandson Madden.

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Madden with green sippy cup

Madden lives a few hours drive from me and whenever we visit I always try to get some good shots of him doing whatever it is that interests him at the time. In this particular shot he was trying to get the hang of using a sippy cup, a break from the usual bottle and one that provided me with entertainment and him with sporadic bouts of frustration.

At 6 or so months in this picture he is becoming more aware of things around him, both his immediate environment and of his poppa, frequently pointing this strange thing at him that often emits a bright light.

He is one of my best subjects, I can’t get enough of him. I’m thankful I’ll see him next week and my envy can be mitigated.

Moze and Madden

Moze and Madden

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Moze and Madden

Nothing more beautiful, more powerful, than the love of a grandparent for their grandchild. I’m constantly reminded of this every time I visit my daughter and family.

I’m especially cognizant of it when I gaze at the lampblack sketch that was done of my wife and our grandson. It was a birthday gift for my wife, done from one of the many photos I took of the pair.

We came across the artist’s display while passing through a local mall and were taken by the beauty of his work. Many of his pieces were of animals or birds but those done of children or couples piqued our interest. I had the perfect photo in mind for him to duplicate, one of my wife lovingly feeding Madden. One where her caring gaze over his shoulder stirred my imagination. Her love for him will be forever captured.