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He Found His “Thing”

I’ve mentioned before that Jason had an epiphany last year – his Freshman year – that he wanted to do something in Science. He just didn’t know what. He had the opportunity to take Principles of Biomedical Science in school (really? Definitely not an opportunity I had!). He LOVED it.

This year, he took Biomedical Science, Biology, and Forensic Science.

OMG does he absolutely LOVE Forensics! Loved it enough that he joined HOSA – it’s basically club for high school students who want to work in the medical field – Future Health Professionals.

His favorite unit in Forensics so far? The brain. L.O.V.E.D. the unit on brains. Promptly decided he wants to be a neurologist. What?!

Some things he’s said to me and Dan this year that make me wonder “Who IS this kid? And where did he come from?!”

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“Mom – can you remind me to get online at midnight Sunday so I can sign up for the trip to the morgue that’s in May? Only a certain number of kids get to go and I want to make sure I get on the list.”

Um – Yes? He’s ecstatic – he got registered and will be taking a trip to the morgue May 13th – from 6-9 p.m. Our doctor friend told him to take the mintiest thing he could find and hold it up to his nose the entire time!

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“Hey Mom – are we doing anything from 3-4 on the 5th?”

No – why?

“Well – I signed up to listen to a speaker who’s coming to school. She’s a transplant doctor. She’s going to bring real human organs and everything! I mean, they’re in that preservative stuff, but she said she’s got a couple livers and one of them even has cancer that we get to see!”

The excitement in his voice . . . wow. And Dan is just like, Dude – seriously? That sounds HORRIBLE!

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“Um Mom? Now listen before you say no. But can you get me out of school next Friday?”

Why???

“Cuz my friend Jack’s Mom works for the CU health department and there’s this giant new medical campus at the University of Colorado and she was invited to go on this tour of it and listen to doctors talk and they get to see all the stuff they can do there and did you know doctors from CU performed one of the first transplants ever? And well, she can’t go but she asked if her son Jack could go because he loves medical stuff and wants to be a doctor and they said sure. They also told her to have him invite up to 5 friends because they want as many people there as they can. So anyway, it’s from 8-2:30 next Friday in Denver. And if I get all my school work done ahead of time and get all my other stuff done can you PLEASE take me out of school so I can go?”

Seriously – who in their right MIND would say no to their 15 year old wanting to take a tour of a brand new medical campus??? I can bet you a million dollars he’ll learn more on that tour than he ever would attending school on a Friday during the last month of school.

So I will be transporting Jason, Jack, and Caroline up to Denver next Friday morning so they can get on the charter bus with the other tour attendees and spend the day at the Medical campus.

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The kid came home from school a couple weeks ago excited beyond belief. For Forensics, they have to do a report and presentation on a job in the field of Forensic Science. They didn’t get to choose – they had to draw a card out of a hat.

He drew “Aviation Accident Investigator” – nope – not kidding!

He was telling Dan about it with the biggest grin on his face. Then Dan said “You know, Dude . . . one of my friends up in Denver is an aviation accident investigator. He’s been doing it for years. Want me to see if you can interview him?”

Coolest. Dad. EVER!

So last night, Jason spent an hour on the phone with a real live Aviation Accident Investigator who has spent the past 15 years of his life being the first on scene to aviation accidents involving death (yuck!) and reviewing photos and conducting pilot interviews for non-deadly accidents.

Jason had the BIGGEST smile on his face when he came out of his room.

Told us all about it and got his laptop so he could create the Google Docs PowerPoint shell because today was a work day in class for the projects.

In the car this morning on the way to school . . .

“Ya – I kinda was pretty pumped about my Forensics project and, well, I finished it last night. So now I’m not sure what I’ll do in class all day.”

Then . . .

“Why can’t we just take the classes we like? Like science. Why do I have to take British Literature and French and all that stuff, too?”

Well Dude – that’s what college is for :-)

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Can I say how HAPPY I am that he’s found something he’s so in love with? Could it all change? Maybe. But for now, he’s loving it and has a path to start on.

Proud Mama!

Like A Duck

That was me yesterday afternoon – frantically moving and treading underneath, still and calm where the world could see.

I was sitting at my desk working while Keira was out riding Remi in the arena. For some reason I had an urge to go see how it was going. As I got to the sliding glass door, I saw her ask him to canter . . . then I saw him turn his head at her, glare, and proceed to buck her off.

Little shit!

He stood there for a second then trotted off up the driveway to the barn and stood by his stall door.

Keira’s friend was out there with her, so while I really WANTED to bolt out the door to see if she was OK, I just stood there and waited. Keira got up, dusted herself off, said something to Piper, and stomped up the driveway after her horse.

I looked out my office window to see what she’d do. I was HOPING she’d get back on him. Instead, my heart deflated a little bit when I saw her untack him.

Really?! You’re going to just let him get away with that?

Uh – no. I should’ve known better.

Next thing I see is Keira stomping back down the driveway with her horse in tow. The poor guy had no clue what he was in for.

She lunged the crap out of him in the arena! He got to do all the cantering she wanted him to do originally, and then some.

And boy was he M.A.D.! I saw him put his ears back, give a little mini buck, and try to gallop off. Keira grabbed the lunge line with both hands, held on, and made him come to her.

He tried again.

Same result.

He finally put his ears up and started to nicely trot around on the lunge line. Then canter when she asked. Then change direction. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Finally she took the pressure off and just stood there in the middle of the arena.

He stood at the end of the lunge line. When he decided it was safe, he put his head down, slowly meandered over to her, and put his head in her hands.

Good boy.

She wasn’t willing to get on and give him an attitude adjustment without the fence up yet, but she found a way to get her point across without getting back on, that’s for sure!

We’ll see what happens when she gets on him to ride today.

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This morning when I went out to feed, I told him that if he hurt his girl again, we’d send him away to the cowboy farm where he’d have to actually do work and not have a cute little girl to braid his hair and bathe him and get him all ready for horse shows where everyone would love on him and give him carrots and treats and ribbons.

He actually looked at me, dropped his head, and nickered.

Good boy.

Ma Baaaay-be!

Dropped Dude off at school last night for a Prom week volleyball fun night.

I get this text around 8:45 p.m. . .

“We’re gonna go get food after and C can drive me to get it.”

After a few more texts, they were all off to Freddie’s.

Hubby picked him and a buddy up at 9:45.

Today at 11:30 a.m. I get this text . . .

“Can I go to the park at 2 to play soccer?”

After a few more texts, I took him to Fox Run Park at 1:00 to play soccer.

Then I get this text . . .

“Hey. It’s crazy snowy here so we’re going to Davinci instead where there is none. C can drive me there.”

OK.

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If you haven’t guessed, C passed the 6-month mark and can have a non-related passenger in the car with him.

How did this happen?

WHEN did this happen?

When did this guy get old enough to get dropped off at one place and picked up at another place 4 hours later?!

Jason Boedigheimer

Ma Baaaaaay-be! Is growing up :-(

 

Empathy

While Dude rehabs his elbow for baseball, he decided to get a job umpiring for Little League.

He’s loving it! And earning some money.

I’m enjoying watching the kiddos play from a completely different perspective than I had when Dude was 12 and playing Little League (oh how I’d love to talk to some of those parents!).

They are so cute and innocent and just out there playing baseball.

To end the game on Thursday, a kid hit a fly ball to center field for out #2. The base runner walked back to 2nd and didn’t make it before the center fielder threw to 2nd and got him out for a double play.

Dude had to call the runner out.

When we got to the car, he said “I wanted to yell to him to run back, but we can’t do that. After I called him out and the other team started cheering, he just started crying. I felt so bad for him! They’re so little!”

I love that my Dude has such a huge heart :-)

Still Got It – Sorta . . .

Remember when Dude was working on his last requirements to earn his Eagle Scout rank? The last thing he had to do was complete a 20-mile hike. He picked a nice Sunday, mapped out a route on the Santa Fe Trail, and hiked.

This also meant that I hiked the 20 miles with him.

Now that his elbow is doing well and he’s in rehab mode, he has to work through the Interval Throwing Program before he can play again. Don’t know what that is? Check this out:

ITP

 

If Dude has to complete the ITP, guess who else gets to complete the ITP? Yup – you guessed it. Me.

Why do I have to do it? Because it’s high school baseball season and all of his buddies have games and practice every day. And since I’m the parent that can catch and throw a baseball, I win!

Kinda . . . not really.

We must all remember that not only do I have a bum right shoulder, I also have bum wrists and elbows.

And, quite frankly, I’m 43 . . . not 23.

He has to complete each step of each phase 3 times (although doc gave him a pass on 45′ – he only has to do those 2 times) . . . which means a total of 2380 throws, not including all the warm up throws.

Ugh.

He may have to find a new throwing partner when he gets to the 90′ phase!

There is one bonus – the boost to my old lady dead arm ego. The Dads and Grandpas at the cages are still impressed when I step in there with Dude and catch and throw with him 😉

They don’t need to know that even with the whiskey, ibuprofen, and hot tub remedy, I can barely lift my arm to brush my teeth the next day 😉

She’s Better At This Than I Am

We brought Remington home last Tuesday – he’s been here one full week :-)

He and Cowboy spent the first 5 days fighting . . . nipping at each other, kicking, pinning their ears and prancing around, kicking stall walls, getting stuck in the Cameo fencing when they tried to get to each other. All typical stuff for horses when they first meet – figuring out who’s in charge.

Quite frankly, I’m surprised Remi gave it any thought at all! He’s so laid back and passive, we thought he’d just settle in and let Cowboy be in charge.

They’ve stopped fighting and even took naps next to each other yesterday, although I still don’t know who’s alpha. They haven’t been let out in the pasture together yet. We’ll give that a few more days and hopefully let the snow and ice melt so there aren’t any accidents.

Remi came from a very nice boarding facility – he’d lived there for the past 2 years. His previous owner had him there and we left him there for winter so he could get training and Princess could use the indoor arena to ride him. Boy was he SPOILED! Three meals a day, big pastures to run in, temperature-controlled personal automatic waterer in his stall, inches of shavings on the stall floor to sleep in . . . and all the love and hugs and treats he wanted because he’s so darn cute and everybody down there just loved him!

We kept saying he’d be in for a rude awakening when he came home – he’d actually have to behave like a horse!

I have to say – Princess is much better at letting him learn to be a horse than I am.

Me: You should go spend lots of time with him and love and hug on him so he feels comfortable.
Her: I do love and hug on him, but he’s a horse – and I have to go back to school next week. He’s going to have to figure out how to exist without people around all the time.

Me: You should put some shavings in his stall for him to sleep in until he gets used to it here.
Her: No. That will only encourage him to pee and poop in his stall. And besides, Cowboy does just fine without shavings. He has his blanket and is comfortable. If he doesn’t want to lay in his pee and poop, then he will learn to do that outside where he should do it anyway.

Me: You should put his hay in the same place every morning so he knows where it is.
Her: Mom – he spent the past 2 years being fed at the same time in the exact same place. His gate to the pasture was open all day yesterday and he didn’t even go out! He needs to learn to look for food like a real horse. Yes, I will give him hay, but I’m going to move it around in his run and the pasture so he has to do at least a little work and behave like a horse. He will still get his grain inside like Cowboy does.

Me: What are you going to do when we let them out in the pasture together? I think Cowboy will bully him and try to eat all the hay.
Her: He will be fine. I will make a couple piles of hay like I always do. He’ll just have to figure out how to get his share.

And on and on and on. She’s great with her horses. When we first got Cowboy, I figured she’d baby him and try to treat him like a house pet. But nope – she treats him like a horse. A horse that she absolutely loves (and one who still has a pretty cush life here), but like a horse nonetheless. And Remi – just like a horse. Sink or swim, baby. He’ll get the food and love and hugs and work that he needs, but he will not be spoiled, not if she can help it (however, she IS at school all day and I’m here to do with the horses as I please – bwahahahahaha!).

After 2 days of having Remi here, she went online and bought a book – 101 Ground Training Exercises for You and Your Horse. She didn’t like his manners when she was feeding him and wanted to fix it right away. She looked through the entire book the day it came and tabbed the pages of the lessons she wanted to work with him on first.

So ya – Remi will be loved and hugged by his sweet girl as much as any horse should be . . . but he will also have manners and not be spoiled :-)

Can I say how much I love my Princess?

The Bonus of Being Behind

We gave up Saturday in the mountains and with friends to work around the house. We spent the day cleaning up the yard . . . all of it . . . the pastures . . . the woodpile that was here and out of sorts the day we moved in . . . trimming tree branches . . . cleaning the horse trailer . . . picking up trash that has blown into our yard from the neighbor’s construction site . . . throwing out saved carpet that is 3 generations old . . . cleaning the inside of the house.

I’d say we put in our fair share of adulting on Saturday!

Sunday, we took a break. I had 13 loads of laundry to do (don’t ask), so I decided to set up scrapbooking shop in the dining room and scrapbook while I did laundry.

It’s been a LONG time since I’ve scrapbooked!

How long?

I was scrapbooking pages from June of 2008.

One HUGE bonus of scrapbooking pages from 8 years ago?

7 and 5 year old Dude and Princess :-)

JDandelion

KDandelion

All at once now – “AwwwWWWWWWwwwww!” :-)

I think I’ll leave the stuff out a little longer – the kids have enjoyed looking at their former selves as well :-)

The Kid Turned A Corner

It doesn’t matter what age my kids are, I’ve always said “I love this stage!” And it’s true. They’re a hoot! They can be total PITAs, but they are so fun to be around. It’s so fun to watch them grow and learn and meet friends and change their social lives and really come into their own. So awesome to see them have their Ah Ha moments. Both of them have always made me proud.

Friday, while we were at the surgery center going through all the pre-op stuff with nurses and check in and anesthesiologist, we were asked lots of questions. Dude kept getting asked what grade he was in.

The answer – Sophomore (of course).

They they’d ask “Have you given any thought to where you want to go to college?”

The answer – No, not really.

Then they’d ask “Do you know what you want to do?”

The answer, without any hesitation – “I want to be a neurologist.”

Can you say proud mama?!

Six months ago the answer would’ve been “I’m not sure, but probably something in science.”

One class and one unit on the brain his sophomore year and he knows what he wants to do . . . and it’s neurology.

Another GIANT ah ha moment and corner turned.

So so proud of the young man our Dude is growing up to be.

Horsey Home

Our little farm here is not bad. We’ve got 10 acres – 4.5 of which the horses get to roam freely on daily. They’ve got a nice barn with stalls for shelter and large runs for the days we can’t turn them out. They get fed twice a day and also get to graze during the day. They have sunny spots and treed shelter. We’re building an outdoor arena this spring. They get fresh water. They get blankets at night if it’s cold enough. They get to see their girl daily while she loves and hugs on them and cares for them. They are happy. It’s a good place for a couple horses.

This has been Remington’s home for the past 18 months . . . with daily turnout, temperature controlled automatic waterers, 3x a day feedings, night checks, and blanketing:

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The fence on the left of the photo (with the girls riding) is the giant outdoor arena. The large red portion of the barn is the giant indoor arena.

As Princess said when we left Wednesday “Remi is going to be in for a rude awakening when he gets to our house! He’ll have to deal with Cowboy and actually get treated like a horse instead of a king.”

LOL! Just one of the many reasons I love her . . . she absolutely loves animals, but is smart enough to know that they ARE animals and need to be treated as such.

37 Days

37 Days – April 1st

The maximum number of days before Remington comes to live in our barn :-) He’s made great progress in his jumping since he started in November. It’s been great having access to such a wonderful indoor arena and outdoor arena through winter. But the fact is, an hour one-way is a long way to drive. And almost $700/month is a lot to pay in boarding when you have your very own barn, stall, pasture, and trailer.

So April 1st it is.

Remington – while your girl will undoubtedly make you work and practice this:

Remi_Jump

 

I promise you there will be no shortage of hugs and love and relaxing and just hanging out being a horse with your Girl, much like this:

BarebackRelax

Can’t wait to bring you home Professor Holly Doc!