A dear friend sent this quote to me, it’s so perfect.
“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return” -Mary Jean Iron
Amen.
Sushi for lunch. Sushi for dinner. Sushi twice in one week. Awesome. Our favorite sushi place in Columbia is new and inhabits the old Blockbuster by our house. We like to call it Blockbuster Sushi. I really think they should consider the name. Easier to pronounce. The service is good, the ambiance is nice, but most importantly, the food is incredible. I get so carried away with those ridiculously rich specialty rolls that I forgot (until today) how good their fish is alone. I took a picture of lunch today:
Now if sushi isn’t your thing (which baffles me), they have a hibachi grill menu that is the cat’s pajamas. Oh the steak, chicken, shrimp, and fried rice! I should mention though, that Blake’s good sense keeps him from being delighted by the spontaneous fires. He promptly waved “bye bye” and began crawling out of his chair.
It’s about as pricey as you would expect sushi to be, although I will say that you might save a few bucks over the other popular places in Columbia.
Now, go and treat yourself to some sushi.
Maruha (Blockbuster) Steakhouse and Sushi
6410 Freetown Rd
Columbia, MD 21044-4050
(410) 531-6288
I feel like there are so many more complaints than praises when it comes to dealing with customer service anywhere. Feel free to go back and read about a few of my less-than-stellar customer service experiences. But when a company really wows me, I feel like they deserve a giant pat on the back. I know that making my day is really not the thrill of their lives, but they still put forth such an effort!
Herb Gordon Nissan of Silver Spring, MD is where I will buy all of my cars. I will just have to learn to love Nissans (I certainly love the one I bought) because I have never before found a car dealership that I love. Jim Coleman Honda could learn a thing or two from these people.
As many of you know, I LOVE car shopping. The fact that it’s a slimey business and most people are out to rip you off just increases the excitement level for me. I take every aspect very seriously and I pretty much float on air during the entire process. This dealership is the only one that displayed their lowest price upfront (well-their internet price, the price I saw on the windshield was 2k higher). It was the first one I visited, though, so of course I didn’t believe it. After compiling my weeks of research and my tedious visits to 7 more dealerships, I found that their price was actually the best deal I could find! I mean, I really tried, and I could not beat this price. It helps that it was the car I wanted most. I was still over budget, though, so they worked with me to get more for my car, and some perks on theirs.
Our saleswoman, Debbie, was awesome. The finance department was great. Seriously, everyone was friendly and sincere. None of that slimey-ness anywhere that you can sense at most car dealerships. While we waited to deal with financing, Debbie made popcorn for Blake and let him play in the Nissan Cube, so he pretty much thinks it’s Chuck. E. Cheese. To top things off, I needed work on one of the tires last week. Wow, I was so impressed with that service department. Besides throwing in the new tire for free since the car was fairly new, they offered me a loaner car and switched carseats for me (no small feat). They really shouldn’t have had to do that, it was a fairly quick job, but I think Keith felt sorry for me trying to wrangle a 2 year old in the waiting area. In fact, the super-nice mechanic who was doomed with the job of unhooking a carseat that my husband had installed spent 20 minutes on it and smiled the whole time. I even offered him the opportunity to call my perfectionist husband and personally tell him what he thinks of his super duper carseat installation job. He only laughed. No cursing whatsoever. Upon pickup, they drove my car into the garage so we wouldn’t have to switch things out in the rain. They helped me with the seat again as well. And when I came back 15 minutes later to tell the nice guy that I left my groceries in the trunk of the loaner, he ran out in the rain to get them for me. Now that’s service. With a smile.
I really recommend this place. I have no stake in this. But you will walk in and feel like everyone really is happy to help you. How many places can you say that about? Ask for Deb. 
Because this cannot be the baby I gave birth to 2 short years ago. This child wears 4T clothes, size 9 shoes, size 7 diapers. No, this can’t be my baby. He’s entirely too big.
That mark on his forehead that turns red and angry when he’s excited will always remind me of the torment we all went through to get him here, and that he is, indeed, mine. Never does a day go by that I don’t look at that mark and remember the most trying, painful, beautiful, miraculous day of my life so far. Time is flying by and I am trying to enjoy each second with this amazing blessing. I just can’t grasp how quickly things are changing. He doesn’t want me to rock him anymore. He’ll lay quietly on me for a few minutes in the chair, but no rocking. That was a decision he made yesterday.
But just to be clear, he will NOT be using the potty anytime soon. He made that decision yesterday, too.
Oh Sweet Blake, I love you so.
*If you don’t have children, you might not find this story about my child interesting. Just saying.
Blake peed on the potty last night. I screamed, he screamed. It was a beautiful moment. While Mom is here, I have decided that I’m not going to full-on potty train just yet, but I’m still trying to get him used to the idea. I mean, he’s in size 7 diapers for crying out loud.
So tonight I decided to set him on it again before his bath. Expectations were high after last night. Nothing happened. No biggie, I tell him. He takes a bath. I’m pretty sure he peed in it. I’m trying to be cool about that. After, he gets out and pees on the rug. Nononono. I sit him on the potty to calmly show him that this is where we go. Nothing again. We sing the 5 Little Monkeys song twice. Still nothing. But he did stick his entire arm in the toilet. Awesome. Bath again. OK B, scoot off to your room. So my darling child trots off to his room and pees all over his books. Are you kidding me?! After I have cleaned that up and had a short memorial service for one in particular, I get distracted on the phone with my sister. My baby-in-the-buff continues to happily play-and, I kid you not, he pees AGAIN.
What the fruitnut?! I know my child is playing dumb. He knows where to pee. I also know that he does not want to. I get that he’s not ready. I guess the lesson learned is mandatory diaper at all times.
So Mom is back in the hospital. As absolutely insane as that is, I’m actually doing pretty well with it right now. I fell apart for a minute yesterday, but today I’m mostly better. You know I’m doing better if I can find some humor in this, because last time we hit up the ER, things didn’t seem funny at all.
Let’s begin with 7pm last night, when I knew things had gotten bad enough that we had to do something. I pondered the irony of how things always get worse once the doctor’s office closes. Then I debated the fastest way to get past the throngs. Her doctor told me there wasn’t much he could do to speed up the process. I was on the phone with him when I pulled up to the front and saw the waiting room PACKED with people coughing into their surely swine-flu-filled face masks. It was a full moon. That’s another quandary. Several medical professionals have confirmed that full moons bring out tons of emergencies and seems to cause labor. Anyways, I digress. I’m on the phone with the doctor looking into the waiting room and I let a tiny expletive slip. He tells me to go home and call an ambulance. When you arrive in an ambulance you go straight in. Fascinating. And in our defense, she didn’t have to pretend to be sicker than she was. This woman was at the height of misery. Which made our little stunt all the more ridiculous. So I explain to Mom that we’re going back home, I’m putting her in a wheelchair on the curb and calling 911. After sitting my very ill mother out in the cold for 10 minutes while she vomits in a bucket, and a good deal of neighborhood drama, the EMTs arrive. They inform me that they can’t take her to Howard County (the hospital that is 2 blocks from my house)because it’s full. They have to take her to Laurel Medical. You must be kidding, I say. This must be a very bad joke. Her doctor is at this hospital, it is 30 seconds from my house. I have spent weeks driving back and forth to Baltimore and now you want to take her to Laurel?? If you ever want to tell a story about a brilliant plan backfiring, you can tell this one. Umm, well, thanksbutnothanks. Maybe I can just drive her myself after all? Do we have to pay for this stunt, I ask? Only if you pay your taxes, ma’am. Awesome, I do. So I don’t really feel that bad.
Later in the ER, about 1am. I am starving. Everything is closed. I don’t want to touch the vending machines because nothing in there is Weight Watcher approved and I’m pretty sure it’s covered in swine flu. I ask the nurse if there is any food around. He says, I have a turkey sandwich, but only if it’s for your mother. The meals are only for patients. My mother has her poor head in a bucket again. Yes, I say, it’s for my mother. And she wants extra mustard. Is it lying when every party involved knows you’re lying?
This morning, while still in the ER (that’s right, still waiting for a bed upstairs), I tell the nurse that I don’t want to go to the bathroom here because I’m afraid it’s covered in swine flu. I wait patiently for her to tell me that everyone’s overreacting and I should just wash my hands and calm down and there aren’t actually tons of people here with swine flu. After a full 10 second pause, she tells me to try not to touch anything.
Stay tuned friends.
Ladies and Gentlemen, a cellphone photo dump. I take pictures on my phone all the time and don’t always do anything with them. So without further ado…
I saw many things in Baltimore in my back and forth hospital days. This 24 hour day-care (that will do your child’s hair, take them to the dr, and deliver your WIC) made me chuckle, but I think now it mostly makes me sad. 
Keeping with the theme, I present the billboard which could also be called “Cross Your Legs, Not Your Fingers”.
I have a fear of running out of coffee creamer. And coffee. For awhile I was experimenting with what I was going to use as my creamer, and Stu got alittle bent out of shape with how many options were sitting in the fridge. He made me take this.
And from the book of Blake:
Above is Blake in his new 4T footie jammies. I don’t think there’s anything better than footie jammies. Also above is Blake modeling Mr. Potato Head’s glasses. To the left you’ll see the extent of help I have around here. Also shown is B with the train set that belonged to his daddy as a boy. Stu’s parents brought this on their last visit and it has been the most amazing toy. He has played with that train set, uninterrupted, for hours at a time. It is so special because Stu’s parents remember saving up for that toy which was pretty expensive at the time. It turned out to be quite the investment.
Next, speaking of cute boys, is the adorable Mr. Noah Llorens, sitting in my new minivan wishing his mother loved him enough to buy him one. 
The lovely Kelli Hillmar helping me turn my basement into a hospital room. 
That’s all for now. I have a few more, but I’ll let you guys just be on pins and needles ’til then.
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