4th of July in Redwood City

Paul's sister and her family recently moved back to the good ol' U.S. of A.  They were staying with Paul's parents over the 4th of July and we couldn't think of anyone we'd rather spend the holiday with.  It was a weekend to be remembered and one I'd like to repeat every weekend if it were possible.  Thomas and Angela came too and Paul's cousin was staying with John and Trudy for the summer.  It was a full house (16 people in all!), but I'm glad that we were all able to be together.  I was surprised and delighted at how well Parker and Elizabeth played together.  It's so fun seeing cousins get along so well.

John picked us up from the airport.  Parker loves his grandpa!


The grandkids having breakfast together:


We went on a train ride through the mountains to the Santa Cruz boardwalk.  The train station is located in a re-created mining town.  I'm sure we could have wandered around here for hours if we'd wanted to.

The scenery was beautiful- it was so green and lush and we saw trees that were thousands of years old!



Kate had mixed emotions; the whistle was a little too loud for her, but everyone else enjoyed the ride.

Santa Cruz was buzzing with people.  It was a great day to be at the beach!










And what's a stop at the boardwalk without an ice cream cone?  Except not for Parker.  He didn't want one with chocolate, which I can certainly sympathize with.  The chocolate sure didn't stop Kate.

This carousel ride almost made us miss our ride back up the mountain!  But I'm glad we went on it and I'm even more glad they held the train for us!

On the 4th we went to Half Moon Bay.  John loaded up the dune buggy with his small friends and they all got to be in the parade.  

The rest of us had great seats and watched from the sidelines.

Parker and Kate still love these shirts and wear them probably once a week. 

Some of Paul's friends joined us for a barbecue that evening.

Paul made ribs in John and Trudy's amaaaaaazing new kitchen.

The kids help decorate the American flag jello.

Sunday was the last day we were there and I think by this point Parker had just had too much fun.  He wanted to stand by his "best friend Elizabeth," but as Paul likes to sing during tantrums, "you can't always git whatcha wah-waaant."

We missed having Peter and Amber there!  Hopefully our next big party at the Fjeldsted resort will require a tent in the backyard!

Kate's Birthday

It's hard to believe that Kate is two years old.  She truly is a joy... most of the time.  I feel like she's been suuuuch an easy baby, but I'm slowly having to accept the fact that she's hit her terrible twos.  It's nothing out of the norm I'm sure, but she is really craving independence.  She MUST buckle her own seat belt (even though she can't even do it, she has to make the attempt for at least three minutes before she'll let me help her), she MUST get her own utensil out of the drawer, she MUST get out of the car by herself, she MUST choose the diaper she wants to wear, etc.  These things aren't a big deal until we're in a hurry and then things so south quick.  She has really perfected the dead fish crumple to the ground.

In most other areas, she's wonderful.   Often times I won't know that she's woken up in the morning or from her nap unless I check the video monitor.  When she wakes up, she just quietly plays in her bed... on a few occasions when I've been sick she's done this for HOURS.

She is quick to apologize if she's hurt someone.  Saw-wee, Mama.

For a few weeks the threat of time-out worked like a charm.  All I'd have to do was say, "Do you want to go to time-out?" and immediately she would stop doing whatever naughty thing she was doing.  I need to find a new tactic because now when I ask she says "yes" and happily walks herself to timeout.

She eats like a champion.  The other night she asked for seconds of asparagus.  She eats raw onions.  She loves broccoli.  And hummus.  And lots of other things that make me scratch my head and wonder where we went wrong with Parker.

Here she is on her birthday eating all of her dinner:


And Parker eating none of his.  But I love this picture of him- he looks like such a young man!


She and Parker play really well together.  Sometimes Parker gets really antsy waiting for her to wake up from her nap so that they can play again.

She has no problem being left with a sitter.  The ladies in nursery are always telling me how laid back she is, though they note that she's not a push-over either.  She'll get in someone's face if they take a toy from her.

When she knows she's doing something naughty she'll start to growl.  It's often what gives her away if I'm not paying attention.

She really likes babies.  (Dolls and human.)

Have you ever seen the show "The Middle" with Patricia Heaton?  I think it's so funny, but most of the people I ask about it don't seem to care for it.  I think maybe it's a mom show that can't really be appreciated until you find yourself in Frankie Heck's shoes: trying to do the best you can with your kids, but constantly feeling like you fall short, while simultaneously loving them to pieces and thinking they're annoying.  Frankie's youngest son is kind of a weirdo and one of the things he does is whisper to himself the last word said by the person he's talking to.  Kate does this! She whispers all the time and people ask me about it a lot.  I find it to be endearing and hilarious and I hope she keeps it up for a long time.

She loves to color.  Because Parker didn't show an interest in it until about six months ago, I didn't know kids this young enjoy coloring.  I love that she's discovered a quiet activity, but hate the mess that goes along with it.  I bought a bunch of the Color Wonder pages, but occasionally she refuses them.  I think sometimes it's not just an unfortunate accident, but she actually wants to color on herself and her clothes and the walls.

She loves being tickled.

She says hi to almost everyone she sees- even if they can't hear or see her.  (Like if it's someone walking through the cross walk while we're at a red light.)

On her birthday we had our friends from down the street over for cake and ice cream.  

Kate got a lot of wonderful gifts for her birthday, but maybe the best was that Grandma Trudy came to visit us for her special day.

 

We love our Kate!  Parker has to keep reminding me to not call her "Babe" or "Baby" anymore because obviously, she's a big girl now.  Sad, but true.

Sandcastle Competition

Every year in Imperial Beach a world-class sandcastle competition is held.  People come from all over southern California and it's usually packed.  This year, however, there was a thunderstorm that morning and, not knowing how long it would last, many people who would have to travel long distances were deterred from venturing to the beach.  Lucky for us, it's our closest beach and when we got there the rain had let up and it was a beautiful day.

For the most part Parker and Kate were too enthralled in the giant sandcastles to pose for a picture, but I was able to snap a couple.

Fire Station Tour

Parker's preschool ended in May, but the moms decided that those precious few preschool hours each week were too good to give up, so we decided to do a preschool co-op over the summer.  Here in Mexico, North, we have year-round school, so the summer was only seven weeks long.  We decided to do it just one day a week (Tuesday) for three hours.  There were five moms that participated and we each took one Tuesday to host.  The remaining Tuesdays we went on a fire station tour and had an end of preschool party in the park.  

On my hosting day we learned about the letter P.  We learned about penguins, did a pumpkin craft, practiced patterns, did P.E., and ate pudding and popcorn.  

Here they are practicing making the letter P out of play dough, paper clips, pretzels and poofs.

The kids loved the fire station and the firemen did an amazing job with the kids. 

Appointment #9: The Biopsy

Not a very fun experience.  Even today (two and a half weeks later) my boobs are still a sickly green color from the bruising.  I won't to go into all the details of the drilling and coring, but I will say that lidocaine has a prominent position on my Things Most Loved list.

What they biopsied was a benign adenosis.  In adenosis the little sacs that make breast milk are enlarged and/or there are more than normal.  The radiologist that performed the surgery said it's nothing to worry about, so we're all done with these appointments for now.  Yay!

Breast Cancer Screenings

I feel like a lot of what I say on this blog is about Parker and Kate.  And I like it that way.  They take up the majority of my thoughts and my day to day life revolves around them.  This post, however, is not about Parker and Kate.  It's about me.  And my boobs.  If this gives you the squeamies, then you really should stop reading right now.

I guess you could say I have a history of breast cancer in my family.  My mom was diagnosed at the age of 25 and lost her battle with breast cancer was she was 27.  Her mom (Grammy) was diagnosed at 66 and is currently cancer free!  Grammy's mom was diagnosed when she was 44 and died when she was 45.  Her mom (my great-great grandma) died at 56 of "pernicious anemia," which apparently is a catch all diagnosis and there has been some suspicion that she may have actually had some form of leukemia.

I think I was around 21 when I got my first breast ultrasound and I've had several since then.  It started getting a little tricky when I got pregnant with Parker because you can't have any screenings when you're pregnant and you have to wait six months after you stop breastfeeding before you can get screened again.  So, the window between when I stop breastfeeding and when I want to get pregnant again is rather short.  I knew that I'd have a lot of initial appointments with various doctors because I'm new to Kaiser (my healthcare/insurance provider).  Well, kind of new.  Actually, I'm a returning patient after a several year hiatus.  Anyway, I knew I'd have a lot of appointments, but sheesh, I feel like we're starting to verge on ridiculous here.  So far, these are the appointments I've had:

Appointment #1:  Met with my primary care doctor for an ultrasound referral.  She also referred me to see a genetic counselor to discuss genetic testing.  This is the one and only appointment I took Parker and Kate to.  They were less than angelic.

Appointment #2:  Went in to get an ultrasound, but was turned away.  Apparently they no longer perform ultrasounds as an initial general screening.  They weren't sure how I slipped through the cracks and the appointment got scheduled, but the radiologist told me that they only do targeted ultrasounds if, after getting an MRI, something suspicious is found and they need to follow up with an ultrasound to get a better overall picture.

Appointment #3:  Meeting with a genetic counselor.  I filled out a questionnaire prior to the meeting and during the appointment she asked me for further details and recommended that I be on Kaiser's high risk breast cancer screening regimen.

Grammy has gotten genetic testing for the major breast cancer genes (BRCA1 and BRCA2).  She does not have a mutation of these genes and so it's assumed that I don't either.  In the next month or so she'll get tested for a host of other breast cancer genes.  If she does not have a mutation at these gene sites, it will be assumed that I don't either, but if she does, then I'll also get genetic testing done.  The genetic counselor said that based on the early onset breast cancer of both my mom and great grandma, she strongly feels that the breast cancer is familial and due to a heritable gene mutation.  Purely based on my family history, she said that I have a 34.1% chance of developing breast cancer in my lifetime.

I am happy to get the genetic testing done, although I'm not sure how much that information will change my approach to managing my risk.  She did mention that if they do find a mutation, insurance is more likely to cover the cost of a double mastectomy, but she also said that based on my family history alone, I could fight for coverage of the procedure.  Maybe if I knew I had a mutation I'd be more apt to do it sooner rather than later.  I don't know.  I want to be able to breastfeed my babies.  Paul is all for a double mastectomy.  He calls my boobs the ticking time bombs.  I know they cause him stress.  He has recently lost sleep over all of this and told me that he has a plan for what he'll do if I die.  Ugh.  So morbid.  This may all be harder for him than for me.  I have had an entire life time (well, since I was four) to consider the possibility of getting breast cancer.  It's kind of a new thing for him.  For the most part, I feel like if I'm going to get breast cancer, let's just shoot for early detection and deal with it from there.

Because there is so much research being done on breast cancer, she said that I should check back with her every two years to see if there have been any new gene discoveries that I could potentially get tested for.

The genetic counselor said that I should definitely get an MRI.  However, the official referral had to come from a "breast care specialist," so the genetic counselor gave me my next a referral.

Appointment #4: Appointment with Breast Care Specialist.  This woman was awesome.  She's a nurse practitioner and will be my "go to" from here on out with regards to all things breast cancer.  She explained that I should meet with her every six months unless I'm pregnant or breastfeeding.  She gave me a referral for an MRI and said that I should plan on getting one every year (unless pregnant or breastfeeding) and that once I'm 30 years old, I should get a mammogram yearly as well.  Mammograms aren't a good diagnostic tool for dense breast tissue so they aren't generally recommended for women younger than 30.

Since women at risk for breast cancer are also at risk for ovarian cancer, she also put in a referral to see an OBGYN to discuss a hysterectomy.  After, of course, I'm done having children.

She gave me a referral for an MRI and explained that I would need to get a blood test done prior to the MRI appointment.  They inject you with a contrast dye during the MRI and your kidneys need to be working properly to flush the dye out of your system.

UCSD does the MRI because Kaiser does not have an MRI machine for breast screenings.  She said that if the MRI found anything, I'd know within a few days, otherwise it might take several weeks before I heard from her.

Appointment #5: Blood Test. (My kidneys work!)

Appointment #6: MRI.  I have to say this was not the most fun thing I've ever done.  You lay face down on a table with holes cut out of it where your boobs go.  You are instructed to not move for about 40 minutes and then they push the table back into this cave thing.  Even with earplugs in, it was very loud and the machine shook at times.  I kept thinking that if there was an earthquake I'd never know.  At around minute 30 my face really started to hurt and I was wishing I could just adjust myself to get a little more comfortable.

Appointments #7 and 8: A few days after my MRI I got a call from a Kaiser scheduler saying that I needed to schedule a follow-up ultrasound for both breasts.  I scheduled the ultrasound and then called my Breast Care Specialist to get more information on what the MRI results were.  She only works part time and I wasn't able to get in touch with her before my ultrasound.  Those few days before the ultrasound were a bit nerve wracking.  It's like when you first find out you're pregnant- you just can't stop thinking about it.  I kept going over different scenarios in my mind.   I knew that MRIs are very sensitive- they pick up any lump and bump in the breast that are not necessarily cancerous, and are known to give false positives.  So I knew that a follow up ultrasound was not necessarily a bad thing, but it also wasn't a good thing.

UCSD had ordered the ultrasound for 10:00 on my right breast and 12:00 on my left breast (i.e. location, not time).   A technician did an initial examination, printed off some pictures, then went and showed them to the radiologist and he came in and did the exam himself.  He explained that USCD wanted a biopsy done of what they found through the MRI.  There are two choices when doing a biopsy: you can either do an MRI-guided biopsy, or an ultrasound-guided biopsy.  The MRI one is more difficult and less comfortable for the patient and the ultrasound one is relatively simple and not uncomfortable, so the hope was that whatever it was that they saw would be visible on the ultrasound. He said that he couldn't see anything.

He then recommended that I get a mammogram done.  It would help him to have an overall picture of my breasts.  A mammogram is more discerning than an MRI, but often doesn't pick up on very small tumors.  Even though I'm relatively young (dense breast tissue), he still thought it would be a good choice.  So I said, yes, Doctor, I'm ready to get my boobs squished! and I got the mammogram done right then and there.

Surprisingly, the mammogram didn't hurt at all.  Once the radiologist looked at the x-ray, he came in to discuss it with me.  The first thing he said was, "Your breast tissue actually is not dense, so the mammogram worked really well."  Now, I have to say that whenever doctors would talk to me about younger women having dense breast tissue I would think to myself, "Man, if what I have is dense, then old lady boobs must feel like a bag of applesauce."  So when the radiologist said that to me I thought, "Yes, my bra that's working overtime to keep these ladies off the floor could have told you that."  Truly, breastfeeding has not been kind to my physique.  Anyway, he said that he couldn't see anything on the mammogram either, which I guess is a good thing.


The next step is to schedule an MRI-guided biopsy and then hopefully that will be the end of things for awhile.  Yes, it's been a lot of appointments, but I'm really grateful that the doctors are being so thorough.  What's really great about Kaiser is that they as a healthcare system are the providers of their own insurance, so it's beneficial for them to keep you healthy.  I've hardly had to pay anything out of pocket and I have had a positive experience with all the people I've met with.

Swimming Lessons

Parker started swimming lessons a few days ago.  In the past six months or so, Paul and I have brought up the idea of swimming lessons with Parker several times, but we were always met with extreme resistance.  He likes swimming, but is very careful to not get his face wet.  Before Kate was born taking a bath was a chore, but now that they play while they bathe he enjoys it.  I didn't want to force swim lesson; it just seemed like a battle I wasn't quite up for.  Eventually I would have forced it (I think every kid must take swim lessons for safety reasons), but I was hoping that he'd come around by himself.  Anyway, a couple Saturdays ago Paul went surfing and Parker wanted to go.  We told him that he could go surfing once he took swimming lessons and learned how to swim.  That did the trick.  I signed him up as soon as I could before he changed his mind.

I have to admit that on that first day I was a little emotional.  He's growing up and doing things that he didn't think he could do and it just makes this mama so proud.  Good thing it was bright outside and no one saw me getting misty behind my sunglasses.  About halfway through the lesson they threw rings out into the pool and the teacher took each child individually to "dive" for the ring.  She put the ring on her foot and lifted up her foot so they didn't have to go very deep.  When it was Parker's turn I whipped out my phone to capture whether or not he'd actually put his face under the water.  He did it!  Go Parker!