Muffin love

I should have taken a video of Nomi eating her morning snack, as she declared them the best muffins ever (marzipan-chocolate chip) and sang their praises as she ate them.

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Zoey also got into the act with muffin love but not quite as thick as Nomi. Glad my cooking is appreciate.

Meanwhile back at the ranch

We were all tired today. The Pingus had stayed up late* last night waiting for us to get home. Despite two hours less sleep they got it into their heads that what they needed to do this morning was hopscotch outside. They got dressed by themselves, and there was no stopping them.

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We played hopscotch and they drew on the drive. Zoey tried to climb trees without branches. My mum and I raked the leaf dregs.

The rest of the day was inside. Lots of playing with trains and dinosaurs. We watched The Bishop’s Wife. When Dudley dressed the tree with one swipe of his hands the girls tried that on our tree and wanted to know why it hadn’t worked. They went to bed nice and early, hopefully rested enough for a bike ride tomorrow.

*8pm!

“Don’t worry”, she says

I was completely emotionally wiped out yesterday, which is crazy considering I don’t have anything to worry about but I think going through a mammogram (or mammo to use the parlance of the street) is going to squeeze you dry, and I was asleep before 9pm.

At my annual check-up in early December my GYN felt a cyst in my left boob. She told me not to worry as it felt like cyst but she was sending me for a mammo and a sonogram just to be sure. Fine. No problem. Whilst I didn’t worry per se, I’ve carried some tension around, and as a self-cured, pre-Internet hypochondriac I don’t use Doctor Google. So I’ve not escalated things in my MIND.

Yesterday I had a solo trip into NYC for my mammo. I’m grateful to be able to keep my NYC doctor network because it makes things like this easier. I technically passed my mammo. Nothing suspicious in my boobs and no cyst just a dense area but nothing suspicious. Dense tissue became fibrous tissue when talking to my GYN, and whilst there is nothing suspicious she felt I should be referred to a boob specialist to review findings because whilst there is nothing to worry about we should be thorough.

I really wanted to draw a line under this, and move on but I appreciate her being a vocal advocate for my health. So I’m off to see a boob doctor in the New Year. I feel like the tension has lifted but I will be glad to put this to bed.

Weekend, yet?

I’ve a pile of clean laundry to be put away and it’s as big as a totem pole but I also had the last push of holiday* cards to go out too. I’ve been ignoring both in the evening for days and crashing for disco naps instead. But today, fueled by aeropress coffee, the cards are done and the laundry remains.

We did an early evening** walk today to stretch our legs before bath-dinner-bed. It was raining and not quite dark enough but the Pingus brought torches and it was like being out with little Mulder and Scully minus the aliens.

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Didn’t really need the torches but couldn’t resist them. Next time: lanterns and 20 minutes later.

After bath time tonight Zoey had the unfortunate accident of slipping over (she’s fine) but it’s one of those things that when it happens so close to dinner you mentally write off that meal. Especially, when it’s a healthy one of bake Dover sole and sweet potatoes with broccoli. Oh well.

* 4pm
** I’ve been over here so long I prefer “happy holidays”. A good way of sneaking in the winter solstice :)

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