The end of an era

Well, as of today i am a full time stay at home mom.

i gave my notice last week, and my last day was today.  It was a hard decision to make, but Brad and really thought about it, and in the end we decided that work was a stressor that we could do without in our lives.

So, now my only job is homemaker… which, we all know is really: mother, teacher, house keeper, launderer, childcare, chauffeur, cook, referee, disciplinarian, cuddler, baker, therapist, bum-changer, cheerleader, time out giver, and much more.

i hope i’m up for the task, especially getting back on target with Ozzie’s therapies.  They certainly took a back seat these past few months, with work – and also it’s been a really AWFUL winter for illness at our house.

I know that technically spring starts this week, but the 8 foot snow pile in my front yard tells me differently… can’t wait to get these kids outside…

Blah!! Eye doctors

Thank god for iPods.

I just want to go on record saying that this pediatric opthalmologist office is THE WORST!

Nothing like waiting hours to see the doctor.

While having his vision examined the technician mentioned she thought they would be dilating Ozzie’s pupils today. Uhm. What? No. When this happens you are pretty much stuck at the doctor all day. It takes 30 minutes for the eyes to fully dilate. No. We have not planned our day for this. I was not impressed.

So next time I guess.

I’m just venting. Cuz I’m annoyed.

Our time is valuable too, y’know.
Brad is of work to be here. Maybe we should charge them for his time.

these days

This has been a terrible winter.

it seems like we’ve been sick at our house since December, without much of a break in between bouts it’s easy to be all like: “WHAT THE HELL!?”

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My little hipster Ozzie (these are play glasses)

I feel like i’m at the point where i can handle kids being sick better than before, and that’s really great.  What i’m not so good at handling is the stress that accompanies all those illnesses.  Since December Brad and i have taken turns calling in sick to watch the kids.  several times Brad has gone to work in the evening after i get home from work and then we don’t see much of each other.

Ozzie was scheduled for a bronchoscopy at the end of January, but it had to be rescheduled because Ozzie was too sick to proceed.  A Bronchoscopy is where they insert a camera into the lungs to look around.

Progress wise, it seems that ozzie has gone backwards – he was standing up regularly and even trying to walk… he took his first steps on New Year’s Day.  But now he has no interest in trying to stand or walk.

As far as speech goes, he is learning new signs and words every day.  He still will not make an “eee” sound, or an “ih” sound, instead he closes his mouth and makes those sounds at the back of his throat with his nasal passage.  I’m not sure when or if he’ll be able to create those sounds.  if it’s a physiological thing or not

with all these illnesses, we have not been to therapies since January…

i’m trying to take everything as it comes and not panic about things that i can’t control – like what will happen when it’s time for Ozzie to go to Preschool or Kindergarten.  I’m trying not to stress over things and stay in the present, but it’s a work in progress.

These days i’m trying to remember to be thankful for my amazing family.  both immediate and extended.  I’m trying to remember to find gratitude.  These days.

on being thankful…

I do this thing on facebook where i issue open letters to places, inanimate objects…the Universe…  it’s kinda my shtick.

The most common one, though, is an open letter to the Universe saying how much it sucks.

These generally fall around the same time that Ozzie is sick, for what i think are obvious reasons.

Today, in fact, i posted one that went along the lines of:

Dear Universe,
ENOUGH ALREADY
You Suck.
Respectfully,
Laura

shortly after i posted it, i saw an acquaintances status about men who are jerks, and i thought, i’m pretty lucky Brad is so awesome.  Then another one about how much it sucks to be unemployed.  I’m not unemployed

it got me thinking, that i do an awful lot of complaining.  Really.  Things could be a lot worse.

I’m trying really hard, now, to be thankful, instead of angry all the time.
Thankful that i have a loving and engaged husband who does a lions share of the Ozzie related work sometimes, because he accepts that Ozzie is a real Daddy’s Boy.
Sometimes Cedric makes me crazy because he’s always in Ozzie’s face, so i’m trying to be thankful that he loves his brother so much and is not resentful towards him.

I stress out about work – but i’m thankful that i have a job.  I am SO thankful that Brad’s work has made it clear to him that FAMILY comes first, and they have been so respectful of that and so understanding of our situation.

I lost my Sh*t at work on Friday, but i’m Thankful for the kind coworker who hugged me and patted my back until i stopped crying.

I really hate the fact that sometimes we need to insert catheters into our son so that we can clear mucous blockages, but i’m so thankful that someone invented that device, and that a Respiratory Therapist showed us how to do it.

I’m thankful that Ozzie really tolerates, even ENJOYS sometimes, his asthma puffers.
I’m thankful that through some amazing people, some pretty expensive medical equipment found it’s way into our home…for free…

I hate that we have to put Ozzie through numerous medical tests and examinations, but i’m thankful for the technology.  I’m thankful that those doctors/nurses/therapists went to school to became pediatricians, or surgeons, or nurses, or therapists.

I hate that sometimes Ozzie needs oxygen to breathe, but i’m so thankful that someone figured out how to bottle it.

It makes me sad, depressed, and angry that i can’t just go and take my kids and hang out with friends, or run errands, or go to the Fun Factory, or the Play Centre at McDonalds cuz i’m paranoid of germs… but i’m so thankful for those friends who understand, and don’t get upset when i cancel last minute, or who text me several (hundred) times a week, or call me, or email…to see how we’re doing, who talk me off my metaphorical mommy-ledges, who reassure me when i’m feeling crazy, who let me feel normal for 5, 10, 15 minutes at a time…

sometimes, it makes me so crazy that our little family got handed this raw deal, but i’m so thankful that Ozzie chose us to be his family.

It’s not a perfect system, and Lord knows Most of the time it’s easier to just be so goddamned mad at everything all the time, but it’s a work in progress.

A Year in Review – So long 2012

well, i have to say that i’m in a much better place at the beginning of 2013 than i was at the beginning of 2012:

Laura: “what’s that called when you’re making a sword and you put it in the fire, then you smash it like crazy, then you put it back in the fire, then you smash it some more, then you put it back in the fire?”
Brad: “Tempering? To make it harder?”
Laura: “Yeah.”
Brad: “Yeah, Tempering.  It gets really hard… but when it breaks it shatters into a million pieces.”
Laura: “Yeah, that was last year.”

yeah, definitely in a better place.  This is not to say that last year was not hard, but i think maybe i’m harder?  All that tempering…

Now, instead of panic attacks when Ozzie gets sick or is hospitalized, it’s more of a ‘get-er-done’ attitude.  I’m more confident in my knowledge of Ozzie versus Doctors and Nurses knowledge of him.  I don’t put up with things that i find unacceptable in hospitals anymore…  this is a huge change from last year, because when you’re just learning the ins and outs of the medical system, you take what medical personnel tell you at face value often because you simply don’t know any better.

We did have a few hospital stays, and a few at home “sicks”, 2 surgeries, an MRI, numerous hearing tests, Neurology tests (all clear) lots of therapy, FINALLY getting speech therapy (YAY! HI JENN!), we went to Philadelphia as a family to the Moebius conference where we met so many amazing people and families…  also Ozzie started Daycare and Mama went back to work in the fall (holy Lord).  Full year.

Here are some highlights from last year take from my facebook statuses:

Jan 9
“we were interviewed by our local tv station today – i will post the link to it when it’s live (about Ozzie, Moebius Syndrome, and our fundraising to get to the conference in July)”

Jan 23
“This morning Ozzie took 4.5 oz of milk from a REGULAR BOTTLE!!! and then this afternoon another 4.5 oz!! Get ready grandma (Diana), time to try babysitting soon!! WOO!!”

Feb 8
“Dear Ozzie,
This screaming has GOT to stop… you are driving me crazy.
Love Mama”

Feb 17
Ozzie’s getting tubes in both ears today.  Here’s hoping surgery goes well and fast.

March 20
Ozzie loves his puffer so much, I found him inhaling deeply into an empty one.

March 23
Ozzie is working on his maniacal laughter…. i’m not sure whether to think it’s cute….or to be TERRIFIED….

March 27
This morning Ozzie successfully pulled himself up to standing at the couch!

March 28
Ozzie is colouring for the first time. ❤

March 29
So, after feeding Ozzie almost a whole bottle of pediasure, he threw up. All over me. Then he looked up at me and made the sign for “all-done”. Sigh.

April 5
Dear Ozzie
I am neither a handkerchief not a jungle gym. Please ammend your actions accordingly. That is all.
Cordially etc., etc.,
Your mother

April 16
Holding Ozzie makes me want to shave my head.

April 17
So, Ozzie finally went down the stairs, face first. As I ran to catch him I slammed my foot into a chair. Anyone know, offhand, what a broken toe feels like? Other than excruciatingly painful?

April 26
OZZIE is EATING pieces of shredded cheese!! (I thought this day would never come, he has pretty much never put food into his own mouth)

April 29
HOORAY! OZZIE IS CRAWLING FOR REALSIES!!

April 30
Laura loves her little adorable crawling boy.

May 2
listening to my boys laugh at each other is what motherhood is all about. thank you, boys, for making me smile.

Jun 6
Ozzie’s cool new tricks include climbing to the top of the stairs and also – Falling down flights of stairs.

Jun 7
honestly, Ozzie singing the theme to Game of Thrones is the cutest thing ever…

Jun 8
self feeding from a bottle on the couch!! Hooray!

July 17
Off to Philadelphia!

Jul 28
I just had to LITERALLY cut ozzie’s finger out of his hair. He got it tangled in his curls, panicked and kept trying to pull it out, which made it pull tighter and tighter. His hair was cutting into his poor little finger. Poor little man. I suppose a real haircut is called for now?

Aug 25
Today I cut off ozzie’s curls. He self soothes by twirling and pulling his hair, and is mostly bald on the left side of his head. This morning while having a bottle he handed me a fistful of hair. That and having to physically CUT his fingers out of his hair that one day – it was time.  Tonight while having a night time bottle he realized his hair was gone. Never heard a sadder cry. 😦  Hope bedtime goes well.

Sept 12
Listening to a half asleep Ozzie sing Patty Cake to himself in his crib at 4:30 in the morning is exactly as adorable and annoying as it sounds.

Oct 11
Mom’s back to work, Ozzie’s in daycare!!! Hold me.

Oct 26
Tonsillectomy and tongue release today.  Still waiting in pre-op. haven’t spoke with anesthetist yet – he’s scheduled to go in at 9:45, so maybe by 10:30? Seems so silly that we had to be here at 7 am when surgery is so late in the morning.

Ozzie’s tonsils were scarred. Good thing we took them out, says the doc. Admitting him overnight to be safe and to watch him. Also, Ozzie can haz morphine. 🙂

Nov 20
Finally met with respirologist today.  He was annoyed that it took so long for us to be referred to him.  Bad news, he says Ozzie’s lungs need a lot of work.  Good news is – now we have a game plan.

Nov 24
Yesterday, while leaving daycare, ozzie heard the neighbour dog barking, looked at me and said: RUFF RUFF!! and i went: SQUEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! 🙂 then today, while playing with ceddy and ozzie downstairs, ozzie said to me “Ow-boo?” and pointed at his elbow. i was like: “where’s your elbow?” and he touched his elbow and said “Ow-boo!” and i was like: SQUEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! 😀 Then, at bath time, ozzi looked at the bath, looked and me and said: “Bubboo?” and i said: “where’s the bubbles?” and he pointed at his bath. SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! OMG!! Three new words in the last 2 days!!! I’m so thrilled, and so SO proud of Ozzie.

Dec 30
Day one of Operation Get Ozzie In His Own Room and Let Mom and Dad Have Their Room Back For the First Time in Over Two Years…..So far… so good.

For this year, i have only a few goals:

  • to see Ozzie walking and talking and eating unpureed solids
  • less time in the hospital
  • More time playing outside!
  • Trips to the lake!
  • Camping!!
  • Visiting Edmonton and Calgary!!
  • watching Ozzie progress and shine as the amazing happy kid he is.
SMILES
SMILES

The Fun NEVER stops!!

I have been gone for five days. I went to visit a buddy in Vancouver, then my brother in Victoria.

The day before I left Ozzie started feeling kinda warm. It wasn’t a big fever, only like 99.3 or so. So we kept an eye in it, gave Advil when he needed it, and I flew out thursday afternoon.

Over the course of the weekend, brad started feeling sick. So we assumed was Ozzie had was a virus.

But then his glands got so big.

Brad took him to the clinic, and it turns out that both his ears are infected. So the doc gave a prescription for antibiotics. Poor Ozzie had a vital throat thing, plus war infections… Then he stated getting mucous. Snotty face.

Which means suction. And no sleep for brad. This morning he sent me a text that he was taking Ozzie to the hospital.

I’m still in Victoria. I’m flying out tonight. I tried to get my flight changed to an earlier time to come home sooner, but there weren’t a lot of flight options. And it would have costed me over $400 to come home 4 hours sooner.

Meanwhile, Ozzie was admitted. When he got there his sats were 92 on 2L of oxygen. 92 is really low for 2L of oxygen, which is kind of a lot of oxygen.

They did a chest xray, and it’s pneumonia. Again.

They’ve put in an NG tube, and he’s on oxygen still.

So, I’m writing this from the airport – when I arrive home at 1:00 tomorrow morning, I’ll be heading straight to the hospital to take over so brad can get some much needed sleep.

Philly trip Day 3: Conference day 2 (confused yet?)

Part of the hardest part about the conference was getting to breakfast in time.  Breakfast ends at 9 am which is 7 am time for us, so that means if we wanted to eat we had to be up and dressed and downstairs by 8:30 at the latest (6:30 for us) – we almost missed breakfast both mornings….

Saturday morning we had the pleasure of sitting with Jacob Licht (who is a board member) and his family.  His daughter has Moebius, and as we got to talking my mother pimped me out; “Laura writes a blog about Ozzie!” (Thanks mom)  SO – he says he’s moderating a session on Sunday called Moebius Syndrome and the internet, and that i should come to that.  So i say i will.

Cedric went on his merry way to Daycare, and Brad and i looked at the schedule to see what we wanted to attend.  We ended up catching the tail end of a session about Pediatric Opthalmology – but i have to admit that a lot of it was over my head, and some of it was people asking specifically about the eye surgeries their children have had.  I was hoping to learn about Strabismus surgery, as that seems to be on the horizon for Ozzie at some point, but either i missed that part – or my coffee hadn’t quite kicked in yet.

The next session we attended was called: “Oro-motor Basics for Children with Moebius” which was awesome!!  Kids with Moebius often struggle with the development of jaw, lip and tongue movements necessary for safe feeding and standard speech.  I know that we have been worried and extra cautious about Ozzie’s feeding – and while we have been cleared by our Occupational Therapist to try small finger foods because of his lip and jaw movement, i’m still not convinced that he can handle the swallowing aspect.

Renee Roy Hill, MS, CCC-SLP led the discussion – introducing us to Talk Tools and the techniques used with those tools – it all seemed extremely encouraging, and we left the workshop feeling like eventually Ozzie would be able to drink from a straw – which would be so awesome.  And eventually Ozzie will be able to eat everything we eat – which will be SOOO awesome.  He is SO interested in what we’re eating, and i feel bad that i can’t just let him try to munch on a french fry…

my beautiful boyAfter lunch we went to another session on Managing Feeding Issues and Swallowing Issues in Children with Moebius – which was not as helpful as i had hoped it would be.  Essentially, the woman was talking about infants, and Ozzie was already doing the things she was talking about.

At the coffee station during the coffee and tea break – i heard one woman talking with some people saying… “Canadian…..Canadian……Canadian….”  so, i popped my head in and piped up with: “I keep hearing ‘Canadian’ over here!” then we met the greatest family from BC – and as we were all introducing ourselves to the Fitzgeralds, John holds up a brown paper bag and asks us: “Do you want some Bailey’s in your coffee?” soooo tastyHECK YES!!  So, he poured in a generous helping into our fabulous hotel coffee – and…Oh my, it made the coffee soooooooo good.

So, John and Lourie Fitzgerald are wonderful, and they adopted us into the Moebius Canucks with open arms.  Their son is 12 (i think?) and it was so great to hear them say YES the first part was hard, but it gets better… and their son was a fighter – and they said their son’s motto is: NEVER GIVE UP! and they said how he would fall down, but he’d get back up – he’d be PISSED but he’d get back up.

They were just so down to earth and wonderful, and it made it a little easier for us to imagine this life ten years from now.  To imagine Ozzie running around with a gang of crazy hooligans causing havoc….

The next session we went to was called: “Moebius Syndrome: Triumphs Through the Years” and it was moderated by Kevin Smant, who Brad and I had had drinks with the night before.  😀  The panel consisted of adults with Moebius who were sharing their stories – about growing up with the syndrome, about the challenges they’ve faced and the way they’ve overcome them.  It was really inspiring!  But one of the best parts was when Christa Trelenberg spoke.  She began by talking about how she grew up and how she had some trials – and then she dropped out of school – but then went back and got her GED and then went to S.I.A.S.T.

Brad and i looked at each other… is there a different SIAST that we don’t know about?? So, she kept talking about how to got a job at the Pasqua Health Region… and she lives in REGINA!!!!

WHAAAAAAAT???

We went all the way to Philadelphia to find out about another Saskatchewan person living with Moebius Syndrome!  We met with her on Sunday afternoon and introduced ourselves… and she was excited to meet us – because…. she saw our interview on CTV and that’s what led her to the facebook group, which led her to the conference which led to her speaking in the panel!!! Amazing!  It was truly amazing to hear that progression.

In the middle of that session, i had to duck out to go to my appointment with Danielle Spencer who was doing interviews for her masters.  It was called:  Moebius Syndrome Stories: A Qualitative Narrative Research Study.  Essentially, she was interested in the medical narrative of those living with the syndrome and those raising kids with the syndrome.

From the consent form: “The purpose of this study is to better understand the stories people use in describing their experiences living with Moebius Syndrome in order to improve communication with healthcare providers, teachers, friends and others…. The knowledge gained from this study may be of benefit to the Moebius Syndrome community as it will add to our understanding of communication between individuals, family members and healthcare providers”

It was interesting to be recorded on camera, talking about how it feels to be the mother of a child with Moebius.  She didn’t want to know anything about his medical histories, or any of his “Moebius Things”, solely how it felt to be me.  To imagine him growing up, and then she asked me how i felt about him going to school.  It made me stop, i got emotional.  i said “All of Ozzie’s medical stuff, surgeries, hospital stays – whatever.  we can deal with that. It’s doable.  But the one thing that worries me above all things is when he leaves the safety of my home and goes to school – because kids are mean.  And the thought of some mean kid hurting my baby by saying he looks weird, or that he’s a freak, or anything that will make him feel like he is LESS THAN will break my heart.  Because to me, he is perfect.” (Ugh, i’m teary even writing that, remembering the interview)

We missed the next session of the day because we were too busy chatting with our friends from Ontario (Shout out!! HELLOOOOOOO Caroline/Andy and Jake!!)  I met Caroline here, on my blog.  she sent me an email when Little Jake was diagnosed, so it was really awesome to meet face to face!

Ozzie and JakeAren’t they just the cutest ever!?!?? i think so.

After all the days sessions, before supper – they rounded up all the Moebies under 18 and did a group photo.  I think Vicky said that this was the first time they had to split the group photo by age, because of the number of attendees! YAY!  Anyway, that went exactly as smoothly as you’d imagine – but here’s the final result:

Moebius youngunsHail Hail! The Gang’s all here!

After the photographer got the shot, there was a very long wait to get into the ballroom for supper.  Cedric was back from daycare with grandma, with his face painted – and i was told they were learning karate up there… oh my.  He was not interested in waiting around visiting like we were, so – he and grandma went up and down the escalators… over and over and over and over….

when we finally were allowed in, we had supper – followed by a Moebius Talent show.  It was so moving to see these kids up on the floor, dancing, tap dancing, doing ballet, skip rope, one kid did a great magic show – another sang and played guitar, a few other girls sang solos… i’d be lying if i said that i wasn’t in tears for a majority of the talent show.  Dammit, these kids can do anything – and one image that will be permanently etched in my mind is this beautiful little girl maybe 7 years old, with wild red hair and a trache – dressed in soft pink leotard, doing ballet to “Just the Way You Are” by Bruno Mars.

Each time she would do her sautés, her balance would waver, and her pirouettes left her stumbling as she tried to regain her equilibrium.  But she never gave up, she kept trying each move until she got it… and as the song says: “You’re amazing, just the way you are” – each time i hear it now, i think of her and her perseverance…and it makes me cry.

grumpy faces all aroundAfter the talent show there was a dance, and Brad took Ozzie upstairs to bed while Cedric and I danced the night away… or at least until 9 o clock.  It was a long and exhausting day with another early start in the morning, so we got the boys to sleep – then Brad and i went to bed with our books, calling it a night.  And if you’re still reading after this long post, you’re hard core! ❤

Philly Trip: Day One – In which we travel…. a lot

There’s nothing quite like packing for a big trip.  I made list upon list upon lists, and even made a lists of the lists i’d made.  Surprisingly, i remained relatively calm – which is kind of a big deal for me.  Generally speaking, i worry a lot and have a great deal of anxiety, but the stars must have been aligned because i felt pretty good.

We got up at 6 in the morning to get everything packed into the van.  We got Ozzie ready and then woke up Cedric as late as possible, telling him TODAY IS THE DAY WE GO ON THE AIRPLANE!!  He was sleepy, but excited.

my mother showed up at 7:30 with my dad, who was driving us all to the airport.

I hate airports.  ugh.  and they’re bad enough when you’re on your own, but when you’re trucking around 3 large suitcases, plus a stroller, plus carseats, plus 3 carry on bags, plus a bag of our heavy suction machine… plus an almost-2 year old, and a 4 year old… oy vey.  We love Grandma.  She was a lifesaver.

Our plane was scheduled to leave around 10 am, so we had some time to kill.  Cedric and i spent most of that time going up and down the escalators…. over and over and over again…

up and down

up and down

…and looking out the window at the planes, which at this point were still a novelty.  Before our flight, they changed our gate on us, which wasn’t a huge deal because Saskatoon’s airport is really small.

Happy

at the start of the day, he was still happy

Everyone was happy to get onto the plane, and the flight went really well.  Ozzie is a great flyer, and he had a fairly decent nap on the 3.5 hour flight to Toronto… Cedric didn’t like the loud sounds of the engines, but that was to be expected.  He and Grandma looked out the window as we took off, and Cedric said as we flew over Saskatoon: “Mom! It looks like a MAP down there!”

Landing in Toronto we made our way through the confusing world of U.S. Connections, going to the wrong baggage claim area, then finally locating the baggage claim and then making our way through customs.  Oh god.

As we stood at the xray machines, getting all our stuff ready for scanning, Cedric decided this was the crucial moment for a full blown four-year-old MELT DOWN!!

I was sure that the security people were going to think we were abducting him.  Brad picked him up and practically threw him over his shoulders, all the while he’s screaming: “NOOOO!!! PUT ME DOWN!! LET ME GOO! LET ME GOOOOO!!!”

Aside from the melt down, customs and security went pretty well and we found our gate and settled in with some lunch, only to realize… our gate had changed… again… so we packed everything back up and found our way to the new gate which was on the other side of U.S. departures.

The flight from Toronto to Philadelphia was short and sweet, almost as soon as we were in the air, we were on our way down and by this point we were all exhausted.  We hired a shuttle to our hotel, and poor Cedric fell asleep unable to stay up any longer.

finally

Mom and Cedric, Brad and Ozzie – made it to the Sheraton on 17th Street, our home for the next week

as we were checking in, we couldn’t help but notice all the little Moebis running around.  And to be honest, it was a little overwhelming… kind of like, a feeling of “we are not alone” and a feeling of wonder as we’d never seen anyone else with Moebius Syndrome in real life.

Ozzie and DadThe Sheraton is a very pretty hotel, with a great high ceiling and escalators going up to the Mezzanine and Ballroom levels – which Cedric put miles on throughout the week – but our experience was less than stellar.

view from the mezzanine

When i booked the rooms in February, i made a request to have a fridge and a crib in our room…. and we called again two days before we left to make sure that that was going to happen…. and when we got there: No fridge/no crib in our room.  They said at the front desk that someone would bring them up.  And we waited an hour, and finally Brad called down to ask about them, and eventually someone came with a fridge and when we asked her about the crib she said she’d go get it because “Oh, i guess the baby needs to go to sleep huh?” yep.  please. …and then she brought a play pen – to which Brad responded with: “That’s not a crib, that’s a playpen” so she left again and did eventually come back with a small crib which did the trick.

at this point it was just about 11pm Philly time (9 our time) and we hadn’t eaten anything and we were all exhausted, so we decided to order room service….. MISTAKE!!

after we paid for the 3 cheese steaks and kids burger (which he didn’t eat) and the taxes, and the hotel tax, and the convenience charge, and delivery, and 21% added gratuity and the tip that the dude who brought us the meal guilted us into giving him… our bill was $80.00!!!!

sadly, this cheese steak was NOT worth the $20.00 i ended up paying for it.

but, it did come with a tiny army of small ketchup bottles. so, i guess that’s something.

so many mini ketchups

lesson learned.  i wanted to post these pics to facebook… but… alas – WiFi service in the hotel is $9.99 per night!  We could have purchased a plan for our phones to get data service for the week, but we thought – we’ll just use the wifi in the hotel…. blah.  BLAH!!!!!

anyway, we put the room service tray outside the door, and called it a night.

stay tuned for more updates.

We are HOME!!

We made it home yesterday afternoon… it was a nightmare, but more on that later. 

I am currently wading through approximately 700 photos and a few videos from our trip, but the posts will be coming shortly. 

until then, i saw this image floating around of facebook – so i thought i’d post it here – as it’s pretty fitting. Image