Monday Shara went to the dentist and had a great report. Later she had her 7 year old checkup and we talked to the doctor about her stomach aches. To make sure nothing serious was going on, Shara had her first blood test. That wasn't very pleasant, but then the x-ray wasn't bad. We got good news that she doesn't have celiac (wheat allergies) but she does need to drink Miralax daily for a couple of months. After that, she'll need to make sure she continues to drink a lot of water and eat her veggies and fruits. Probably have to lower the amount of dairy as well. The doctor said some people need to eat well all the time. We'll see how things go once her tummy starts feeling better all the time. She'll probably have a better appetite and then eat more, so she'll get enough of the good stuff.

Last night we got to go to school and meet her teacher and see her class. That was fun and it was great to see Shara so excited about being in school. She really loves it. We can see how the teachers are gearing up for the MCAS though. But it makes sense to memorize adding numbers because when the problems become more complex, you don't want to be wasting time counting on fingers.

Today though was a sad time for all of us. We went to pick up the CSA order and when we got home, couldn't find Alan. My phone wasn't getting a connection so I couldn't hear the voice mail he left, but he called and said he was at the animal hospital with George. We knew he was getting thin, but everything else seemed ok. Yesterday he actually let Shara pet him, and that's what got Alan suspicious. He was certainly happy, but when Alan came home today and pet him, George almost fell over. He also got sick when Alan fed him some tuna juice to try to get him to drink something. Then it looked like he was trying to go to the bathroom but couldn't. So he packed him up and took him to the vets and they were pretty sure they felt a tumor and it wasn't a blockage. They couldn't be sure without several tests and leaving him overnight, but we decided long ago that we wouldn't put another pet through what Scratchy went through and decided to end any potential suffering. The doctor said his body had already started shutting down. Shara and I went to the hospital to say goodbye and he was very tired looking but purred the whole time. Alan stayed with him as he died and it was quick.
Good bye Georgie. We miss you.

RIP Scratchy and George

Funny dream & a conversation about marriage

Forgot to mention a dream Shara had the other night. She was in the parking lot of BJ Maxx (yes, the one where you get the paper towels), wearing only her sheet. She was hot so she took it off and only had on her underwear, but went inside shopping with daddy.

Also had an interesting conversation the other night with her. She went to touch me somewhere inappropriate and I told her that we don't touch other people's private areas. She asked, "not even mommy's?" no, "not even daddy's?" no, "not even your husband's"? it depends what the other person wants. If they don't want to be touched, then no. "Not even your wife's? Well, that would be silly a wife having a wife." And I told her that women can marry other women and men can marry other men. "You're kidding me! That's not true! You're lying to me." I assured her that it was true and I knew men and women who were married to each other, and she thought that was rather odd, but then I told her it's because she's not familiar with it and if she had heard about it before, it wouldn't sound so strange to her. She thought or a minute and then said, "yeah, people probably don't care. Anyway..." And I thought, if she only knew.

Failed trip to NH

Sorry Jill, this isn't a positive posting, but it's honest and something I don't want to forget. Yesterday we tried to go to New Hampshire for a day trip. Shara was very unhappy all morning - contrary about everything. She had her final warning, was forced to eat some breakfast (we assumed she was so upset because she was hungry), put on her clothes, socks & shoes (with help and only after arguing with me about not wanting to wear anything on her feet), and we got out the door. We went to fill up the tank and Alan wanted coffee so we went to the D&D with the gas station. Shara wanted coffee too. I told her how kids weren't allowed to have coffee - she was picking anything she could to argue about. I asked if she wanted a coffee drink - she tried to argue about it, said she wanted a doughnut. I said ok - what kind? Alan said she should go in with him and see what they had, she wanted to come in with me. I said daddy is going to get his drink and I'm going to pump the gas, she only wanted to come in withe me. That was the end of it - I turned around and we went home. As I was weeding the garden and on and off crying (for over 2 hours) it occured to me that maybe she was scared about going. It was a new adventure (going to a cave) and a longish drive to get there. I blamed myself because we don't go on daytrips. Got more mad at myself because I love going on daytrips and haven't because Alan doesn't like to aimlessly drive about, so I don't push. Well now that it's probably causing Shara to not be used to going away for short trips, it's time to stop this. So I talked (cried) to alan about it and he said he likes going on trips, just doesn't like all the driving (see where the confusion comes in), but yes, we'll start going on more. Talked to shara later (no crying) and she did say she was nervous about it, so we discussed that she can and should talk to us if she's worried about anything and chances are good that we'd be able to make her feel better about things. She said she knows that but doesn't like to.

So, moral of this story is that I'm going to do what I want to do - daytrips, in this case. Not worry so much that other's don't want to do it - not make so many sacrifices and start treating myself better. I figure others will either follow or complain and we'll all learn what we enjoy and don't, but without the experience, we won't know. We're going to try the trip again today.

Oh and to put in something fun - the other night Shara had wanted green eggs and ham. I was able to make the green eggs (didn't know or want to color the ham) and they were enjoyed by all. Meals have been very nice lately. Seems like giving Shara some type of fairly salty meat makes her very happy.

1st Grader!

Yesterday Shara graduated Kindergarten! She walked across the stage and the principal shook her hand and gave her a certificate. She got all E's on her report card and now has her 1st grade teacher assigned. It's the same teacher Anna had this year, so I know she's going to have a lot of homework. Shara said it was the happiest sad day.

Feels a lot like summer

Friday evening we went to our first professional baseball game. We saw the Brockton Rox with several others from Shara's school. It was fun. What was most enjoyable was just being silly with Shara and not needing to look at the clock or feel like there is something that needs doing. Since it was opening night, we also got to enjoy some fireworks. It's also fun that, though neither Alan or I are big sports fans, we do know most of the rules and were able to teach Shara what was going on.

Saturday Shara and I went shopping at Target and had a good time looking at the clothes and picking out squirt guns. After lunch, I weeded 1/2 the garden while Alan & Shara cleaned the pool a bit and had a squirt gun fight. We decided to relax that evening with dinner & a movie - sushi or Shara & Alan, shrimp & pasta for me, and Alice & Wonderland (Disney version) for all.

Sunday was busy. We went to church, then to work to change the backup, then home to have some lunch & get ready for Theresa's going away party. We're really are going to miss them. Hopefully the new people will be friendly, but it's rare to get neighbors like Matt, Theresa, Anna, and Johnny. The party was great. Fred & Sandy are wonderful hosts and the bbq was fired up 2x. It was so nice to see all the kids playing together and so nicely. They really are sweet with each other. Shara & Alan got their first swim of the season. We all danced the night away - Tina doing the hussle, all of us singing, Fred yelling and scaring the kids (he was telling the grown-ups a story and told the kids to go away, that this wasn't for kids, Jack & Shara came back over and he yelled at them to get out of here, and I never saw Shara run so fast! Of course he was laying it on thick, but they didn't know that!), and of course Sandy teaching them all bad words. Toward the end of the night Shara asked what those things were up there, the things that look like shooting stars swirling around. I asked if she meant the moths and she thought they looked so beautiful.

Today I got up and went to fix lunches at church and Shara & Alan fended for themselves. When I came home they were outside doing more pool work and playing with the squirt guns. I was able to get most of the garden planted by the time we needed to get ready for Shrek. What a surprise that movie was. Much darker than I realized, but Shara liked it. She did get sad enough to tear up but duckie & giraffe stayed in my purse and Shara stayed in her own seat. When we got home and ready for dinner, we had a new, but usual fit about sitting at the dining room table. We're trying to figure out what's going on with this. A few weeks ago, several meals a week Shara has a fit about sitting at the table. She says it's not straight and she freaks out about it. I'm not sure if she's uncomfortable because she can't adjust her chair while in it or what, but it's a real issue these days. I seem to remember this happening a while ago and allowed her to move her table into the dining room, and then it shortly went back to her eating at the table with no problem, so maybe that will be the case this time, but it's not fun having battles, especially when I think she's really upset and not playing a game. She was super tired today (though she slept until 8 AM), so maybe that was the real problem.

Girl's Day Out

Saturday Shara & I went shoe shopping. The morning was spent relaxing before going to the driving range for her golf lesson, which went well. The kids got 2 turns of 5 or 6 wacks each, to get the ball closest to the flag. They were fine with the waiting in between. Better than I - got rather bored waiting, but it was a nice day and good to be outside.

So for the shoes - she has none, unless you count 1 pair of ratty sneakers and 1 pair of croc-like sandles. So we went to Newton to the kid's shoe barn and tried on several, not looking at price or anything. If they fit and Shara liked them, I was prepared to get them. She is rather particular with her tastes and can tell very quickly if something is worthy of her trying on. Most weren't, but we tried the Sketcher's Twinkle Toes, Merrells, some glittery dress shoes, pink Converse all-stars, none of which felt good on her feet. The heals were too loose and the toes too tight.

So, as promised as her (more like my) treat for us having a fun time shopping, we went to Cabot's for ice cream. I've been wanting to go here for years and finally made the trip - it was only a 1/2 mile away from the shoe place. It was well worth the trip! This was the best ice cream (frozen yogurt) I've had in a long time. I had coffee yogurt with bittersweet fudge & marshmallow. If anyone knows the recipe for their marshmallow (I wouldn't be surprised if it was watered-down fluff), please let me know. Shara had butterfudge on coffee ice cream w/ whipped cream. She really wished she got the marshmallow, so we'll have to remember that next time.

When we finally finished - I have to learn to eat as slowly as Shara, we went to Marshall's and tried some more. She doesn't like the thong sandles (I don't either and I hope I didn't influence her), nor sandles with the ankle strap. She's really limited. She did try the ankle strap ones on but they didn't feel good. Nothing fit but a pair of crocheted boots on clearance. So after all that she still doesn't have shoes to wear to Liz's graduation. I'm going to get her a new pair of sneakers at least. Same as she has now.

Today we went to Church after a yummy pancake breakfast. Her new thing is having chocolate chips on the cakes. I made them with banana & put on a few chips and voila, she's eating them. We then took a shower together - time was running out, and went to church. The kids made a tie-dye shirt to wear on the field trip next week. They also ate plums, apricots and corn muffins. It was nice to see everyone and Shara had a good time, though she calls it "torch", short for torchure. I have no idea where she got that from. Not me.

After being one of the last to leave, we picked up a sub for Alan to add to what we brought from home for our picnic and went to the Blue Hills for a day in the great outdoors. We had so much fun. It's amazing how much a year is for something like hiking around. Shara was running up hills and walking down rocks. There was no complaining of being tired. We all played freeze tag in a field and saw horses and watched a soccer (football) game. Then played for a little while at the playground. Shara was on a swing which was too short for her. She moved to a higher one. A few minutes later two of the bigger girls came over to swing. There weren't two swings together, so this Big, probably 9 year old, stood very closely to Shara's swing and stared at her, trying to bully her. Shara looked right at her and said, "I got here first" or something like that. The girl stayed there for about 2 seconds while I looked on and held by breath, and then left. I was proud and relieved.

Then it was time to leave and we had a meltdown, the whole ride home, so too tired, we cancelled dinner & a movie. We were doing a Shrek marathon this weekend - friday we saw Shrek and tonight we were supposed to watch Shrek 2. So we were both upset, but dealt with it, and hopefully we'll be able to watch it tomorrow evening. We really like dinner & movie nights.

Poor Pig

The other morning I was telling Shara that we're going to get another pig next spring. She basically replied (and unfortunately I can't remember her exact words), "this time I want to watch them kill it, what the butcher does". I said that she doesn't want to watch that, and she came back telling me that the pig had a happy life, it's a happy pig. I still had to say that we don't want to watch that, it's still a little sad.

First Day of Kindergarten

Well she's officially a big girl now. Shara had her first day of kindergarten and did great. We got ready on time, got to the bus stop in plenty of time, though we weren't the first ones there. We met up with a 1st grader and her mom asked Shara if it would be ok for Anna to sit with her on the bus because Anna remembered how scared she was on her first day and thought it would be nice. Shara gave a big smile and nodded her head yes. At the bus stop we reintroduced ourselves to the other kindergartener who lives just a couple of houses away from us. She's going 1/2 days and not in the same class, but we'll need to get together to play sometime. So the bus finally came and Shara followed Anna on. I finally saw her at the window and she smiled and waved goodbye. We turned around, shed some tears for being proud and happy and went off to work.

Alan picked Shara up from the bus when it finally got there around 4:10 PM. They'll get their schedule down soon - it's supposed to come about 3:30. I didn't get home until around 5 and Alan didn't ask too many questions but either way, she wasn't talking much. We did get out of her that duckie & giraffe stayed in her backpack the whole day. I was supposed to send her with her KED folder, she had plenty of food (she hardly ate anything), snack for KED was provided (I totally forgot), the teachers in the lunch room helped her with her PIN & milk money, they had different flavors - regular, strawberry, and (wait for it) chocolate! Which did Shara get? Recess wasn't so good - the swings were all taken, the kids stayed on them a long time. She did draw a great picture from memory of the playground - the yellow slide, the monkey bars that no one's supposed to go on, the climber.

She was very tired from the day and a real bear. Alan & Shara made a great pizza and after dinner we were going to go for a bikeride and there were a couple of times before that she just lost it. We did go on the ride but the evening wasn't too much fun for any of us. While I was laying with her at bedtime she started talking more about her day and the bad things came out; she was scared to go on the climber because kids were running around so fast all over, she didn't talk to anyone, all the kids from KED already knew everyone and she was too shy to talk to others, she really wanted duckie and giraffe all day, she was bored on the playground, she missed her friends from her old school. I tried to tell her that she was at her old school her whole life, thousands of days, and at her new school only one. That it would take a little time to get to know the kids and she should start getting to know the KED kids first because that's who she will be playing with the most. I know she'll be fine. I'm also going to remind her that she didn't have her old friends right away. It took time to become friends with them. She also has dance to look forward to as well as a birthday party and playdate.

She's fine today. No signs that she had any trauma and we did get to start a great project from KED. They have to talk about how they got their names, so we told her how we came up with her name and she found that interesting and wants to have us read her a Pern book. I'll have to see if there are any for littler kids. They have the YA series, but I don't know if they have any younger.

Last Day of Kindercare

Well this was Shara's last day of kindercare, after 5 years! It was sad for me as well as her, but also a lot of fun. "My last day was so much fun. It was nice they had the party for Caroline & my last day" or something like that. It was actually the end of summer bash and they had a water slide (that she climbed up but went down the stairs - too high), moon bounce (that was fun), a picnic with Burger King and got a toy car from GI Joe! Last night Shara signed her cards and today gave them out. She got to bring 2 friends with her to give the plants - she picked Jessie & Julia. Caroline also brought in some treats for her friends on her last day. Alan & I both picked Shara up, cleaned out her cubby, gave some hugs and gave lots of thanks. Luckily I have "friended" one of the staff, so we won't loose touch and we also have several emails from parents, so play dates will need to be scheduled.

Tonight Shara got a bit upset. She mentioned that she couldn't wait to see the magician. Then quickly said, "oh yeah, I don't go to that school anymore" and started to cry. (As I'm trying not to do now). She asked if we could still go and I told her probably not, but bubbe would take her to the library, and they could go to the playground at her new school, and shopping. Basically telling her how much fun she was going to have. She said she wants to go to school with all her friends. I know once she gets to kindergarten, she'll know a couple of the kids and have a great time, but for now, she's feeling a lot of different emotions. I'm just glad we're able to talk about it together.

Scary Time & Garden of Goodies

As the NP told me as quickly as she could on the phone today (or should I now say yesterday), this is good news. Just wanted to share the story for any of you who may have to go through the same thing. From what I learned, with the new imaging many people get biopsys these days.

I've been pushing Alan to do more for Shara lately. Not that he doesn't already, but just a few things here and there because of the little scare I am now over. I had a mammogram that showed calcifications that were suspicious. Since this was my first mammogram, and these hadn't been seen before, I had to have a biopsy. The whole process took six weeks. Lots of time to think about a whole range of things.

When I went for the first mammogram, I assumed it would be fine. Then was startled when I got a letter only 2 days later. I knew it was not good news. They wanted another with the radiologist. So that happened pretty quickly - about a week later. The radiologist had no bedside manner and wouldn't explain anything after she said she wants me to have a biopsy. I asked her if she thought it could be cancer and she said, "I'm very suspicious" and basically left the room. I got a call later that evening from my doctor who wasn't able to tell me anything more. This was on a Friday. I had the weekend to decide where I was going to go for the biopsy. My doctor mentioned they do good work at South Shore hospital so that sounded fine until I started thinking if this is cancer, I want to be at the best place and that's Boston. I did more research and saw that South Shore is affiliated with Dana Farber, so decided that was fine. Then learned that if I went to Boston it would be six weeks to have the biopsy vs. two weeks at SSH.

I was supposed to receive a call from my doctor's office first thing Monday morning to make the appointment. When I didn't hear anything by 10 AM, I called them. Then the person who handles that was busy and they like to have a couple of people answering phones so they'll call me back when the third person comes in. I called back at 11 AM and asked for the person and she gave me the info on where to call, etc. So I got my appointment first for a consultation. That happened a week later.

I had to pick up my films before the appointment, read them and did some research. My research told me that I had between a 10% - 50% change of having cancer. That's a big range and I was starting to plan the worse case scenario, just to be prepared. The consultant, an NP, was fantastic. I felt rather relieved after talking with her. She put me more at a 20% chance and said even if it was malignant, it was fully curable. That was reasuring. She explained the type of biopsy they'd be doing - a Stereotactic biopsy. This would just use a local and I could even drive home afterward. She also gave me the fullest breast exam I've ever had in my life. So the next day I got a call from the hospital to schedule my biopsy. I didn't even negotiate - just said okay to the time they gave me, which happened to be over two weeks later.

I received lots of instructions about what not to take - blook thinners, multi-vitamins, etc. and to wear a front closure bra that is a little big because I'd be putting ice packs in it for the ride home. Lovely. So I bought my granny bra, stopped taking my vitamins, made sure to only take Tylenol and as the time went by I started getting worried again. It's not just worried but more like the future is so unknown it's hard to proceed. I did make plans but everytime I did, I wondered if I'd actually be able to make it.

So the big day arrived and I was petrified. I hate hospitals. If there was no risk in delivering at home, I would have had a home delivery. So I didn't want anyone to go with me. Then did want someone but realized that any possible girlfriends worked, or weren't really close enough to me, and I didn't want to have Alan go with me. He just doesn't gab enough about silly things and that was what I was needing. I went alone and it actually was ok. I even ran into parents from the daycare and talked to them for a bit.

A little while after I checked in, Cindy came to get me. She was the nurse that would be with me throughout the procedure. I was put in an exam? room and after I put on the johnny, just the top, I sat in the chair I practically became one with. Cindy asked me if I knew which breast they'd be biopsying and I said the right. She said they just want to make sure I knew which one and then she marked it with a purple X. I was very conscious of which one because I'd be damned if they were going to do the wrong one! Then she told me that she'd be staying with me the whole time and then the doctor came in and she explained the whole procedure to me. They were going to put me in the mammogram machine and take some pictures to show where the calcifications were located. Then they'd numb me. That may sting a bit (it didn't). Then they'd insert the needle, take about 11-13 samples, check the samples, and if they got enough calcification samples, take some more pictures. Then they'd get me out of the machine, lay me back, stop the bleeding with pressure, and then tape the wound up. Then I'd go have two more mammograms. Believe it or not, I was out of there in about an hour. It seemed like so much longer.

She did say that I would need to stay as still as I could. I asked if that meant as still as a statue or exactly what. She said not to twist because if my breast got out of position they wouldn't have the right location for the samples. That may have been the worse part. I felt like I couldn't take a full breath and actually saw a few stars at first and made myself breath deeper. Luckily Cindy was there most of the time chatting with me, keeping me looking away from the action. When they first started, the doctor said that she'd be telling me what was happening and I told her she really didn't have to but said yes, she had to because she didn't want me to move. Then when they put in the needle they held me because it made a noise and they didn't want me to jump. All of this was forwarned so there were no surprises. She did have to go and get more samples because she wasn't satisfied with the ones she got.

When the actual procedure was over, they removed me from the machine, said, "you may not want to look at this", layed me back and Cindy put pressure on the wound for ten minutes. The doctor didn't think the bleeding would stop enough for me to get the mammagrams, but it did and I didn't have to make yet another appointment. She said there was a lot of surface bleeding, but not really any inside. Ok, so bleeding under control and now I got my things and we went next door to another room with a mammogram machine. Not sure the big difference between the two, but didn't ask. At this point I was cursing myself for not having Alan drive me because I was so exhausted I was about to fall asleep. The new room was much cooler and that woke me up a bit and I had the pictures, got the pressure dressing put on the wound, got instructions on what to do - ice on for 10 min. / off for 10. Can take Tylenol, no asprin. Take dressing off after 24 hours. No getting wet for 24 hours - sorry folks at work. Hope I wasn't too stinky the next day! And no lifting more than 5lbs. for 48 hours. For that I had warned Shara about this.

I told her that I was going to the doctor for a test and I couldn't pick her up and later told her she had to be careful near this area (and showed her where not to touch). She didn't want to see the bandage, but wasn't freaked out at all. I had told her it would be like when daddy had his procedure and we couldn't sit on him for a few days. She got all upset and said, "you mean I can't hug you?" So I reassured her that yes, hugs were great, tried not to cry too, and she was fine.

I didn't even take any Tylenol but was good about icing it - didn't hurt that it was 90 degrees outside and almost as hot inside. I was exhausted and stomach upset from nerves. I was able to pick Shara up from school but asked Alan to come home early so we could both take her to the library for the summer reading program. I wouldn't have been able to do it - let alone carry the books, etc., but I wanted her to see that I was ok.

When telling people about the biopsy I said that I'd rather have had a root canal and that's true. I'm so relieved that it's over. I didn't want to have to go and get surgery, be in the hospital, etc. not to mention how difficult it would have been on Alan & Shara. I never (almost) had the thought that I would die and attribute that to the great work so many people have done on behalf of Breast Cancer awareness and research. Ten years ago it may have been a different story. So I still have my tape strips on and think I may have to pull them off tomorrow, which I don't want to do. That kind of thing scares me. Wonder where Shara gets it from! But I will and it will be fine.

On a happier note:
Shara's been enjoying picking from the garden and really likes eating in the garden. Jill told me Liz & Sam were the same way - just go and pick a bean and eat it. Well she seems to like her veggies that way - once they're cooked, forget it. Raw beans, sugar snaps, tomatoes (of course). She ate at least 1.5 cups of tomato/mozzarella salad the other day. It was so good. Didn't like the cucumbers though - I thought they needed to be left on the vine longer, they were a little bitter.

Today Shara went bowling with school and got to ride in a big, yellow school bus again. From her description, it sounds like they went duckpin bowling. Completely foreign to me, but Alan used to play when he was a kid.

The Actress

We've been dealing with a screaming Shara for almost 2 hours now - on and off - all fake. Alan even said, "stop yelling or I'll give you something to yell about." while he was giving her a bath. It all started when she came in for supper and didn't like what I made - leftover NY Strip steak, bbq sauce, cheddar cheese, & stir-fry veggie wrap. Delicious, but saw it wasn't so easy to eat so got up and got her mac & cheese. After learning she couldn't make it herself, started to whine, scream & complain for about 2 hours, finally ending with me taking out the veggies and her eating the steak & cheese and tomatoes (from the garden). Then she was allowed to have mac & cheese.

Up until the screaming we were having a lot of fun. Played in the pool - wanted to do that rather than go to library. Then dinner ruined everything - or rather I did. "You never make anything good to eat. You never let me have what I want to eat. Your cooking is terrible." Lovely!

Oh, yesterday while driving home from Oma & Jidor's, Shara asked, "how did I come out of your tummy?" Stalling, I asked what exactly she meant. And she meant what she asked, like did she get cut out, is there a hole? I proceeded to tell just enough, and hopefully not too much more. I told her that she didn't really come out of my tummy, but more down near where she pees. Big surprised expression to that one! And I also said that our bodies are amazing and change as we get older and it's really cool how that happens. Then Alan starts telling me (with Shara in the car of course) about lab animals and two got pregnant and they weren't even... That's when I shut him up because I was really happy not to have to go into the whole deal of needing two people to make a baby and not just spontaneously one appears when you want one and are a certain age, which is what she thinks now!

Up

We went to Up today and Alan & I thought it was great. Shara sat on my lap and appeared to be liking it, but when we left the theater she got that look in her face of trying not to cry, said, "I didn't like that movie" and started to cry. It was too scary for her. There was a lot of fighting, and all the things she finds most scary - big, biting dogs and heights. She used to be scared of being carried up into the air with a kite, or balloon, but not recently. She also said the wilderness was scary. I asked her why she didn't say anything in the theater and she said she didn't want to talk during the movie. I felt so bad, but we're ok now. Told her if anytime she feels that way she should let us know. She shouldn't have to sit through a movie like that being scared. Also, she said if she has that movie at home she's not playing it, so no need to add this one to her wish list! Had dinner at Good Days and now going to read stories, so all is well.