2019 Garden Part 1 - Ready to go

Our garden is finally up and running... we've had a surprisingly cool and rainy start of things, but we tied up the tomatoes and planted the salad greens this afternoon, so it's time to share our 13th year fighting against the squirrel mafia.

This year, as with every year, we added a few things to the garden. And THIS is the year that I think our garden looks as beautiful as it is functional. 13 just may be our lucky number!

Our first addition was to replace all of our orange pails with a 2'x8' deep raised bed for deep-rooted plants. Because our tomatoes can grow to at LEAST 8' high, we felt that this might help with their production.

This bed holds 10 blue-gold tomato plants, and 6 mini red peppers that were started from seed in February as well as several dozen parsnips.

We are experimenting with a string-method of supporting our tomatoes as well, and my son helped me build this simple frame to allow the plants to reach 7' high.

And we are also trying a deep-root watering system, with recycled bottles to see if we can beat the August drought this year.

We moved our old raised beds into the Northwest corner, and my husband repurposed the old squirrel-cage into squirrel-proof cloches so we can grow... STRAWBERRIES!!!

We tried to start these from seed, but absolutely nothing came up. So this is 16 plants from the nursery. Our hope is that if everything goes well, we can try to start seeds again next year, but since this is our third attempt at strawberries - if it doesn't work, we won't be trying again.

(Our dog Spirit LOVES watching the neighborhood from under these beds... we can't open the door without her RACING to get outside and patrol for squirrels!)

And we moved the trellis to the Southwest corner.

Something I have wanted to try for years, is shepherds crooks and coco-mulch hanging planters. This year as we were pulling the spare bamboo poles from the shed to shore this up, we found the shepherds crooks that I'd purchased three years ago for the kids' graduation party. *facepalm* I had COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN that we already had these!!!

So this year, firmly planted in the center of each of our pole-bean and cucumber planters, is a shepherds crook. This is where we planted our three invasive herbs, to keep them under control.

Our towers are still going strong and our worms survived beautifully, thanks to a worm-tower found on Craigslist that lived in our dining room all winter long. Being able to continue feeding them kitchen-scraps and having several cubic feet of rich mulch to begin our garden with this year was a wonderfully "green" feeling.

Those are our changes for the year... so our garden, starting at the door and circling left holds the following:
tomatoes, peppers and parsnips in the deep bed
strawberries in the (now covered) raised beds
carrots in the white bins
lettuce, arugula, spinach and herbs in the two towers
beans and cucumbers in the trellised planters
chive, lemonbalm and mint in the hanging planters
and marshmallow in a planter by the door!

We are so excited, as for the 13th year in a row... this looks to be the best urban oasis we've ever had!

Chronic Pain: the neglected partner of Ehlers Danlos Syndrome

I don't post about my health here, because I have a private Caringbridge account where I whine about what's happening with my freaky body. But just this once, I am breaking my silence to share something that I live with every single day. 

I was born with a disorder called Ehlers Danlos Syndrome; EDS for short. It is a mutation of the connective tissues. The symptoms and side-effects can be treated, but the disorder itself is literally in every cell of my body. By a freak coincidence, I married someone with EDS. NO we didn't know at the time, nor did we know ALL of the issues it would cause in ourselves or our children - who also both have it, because it's passed genetically. Doctors are still connecting the dots with EDS, but for us much of that knowledge is too late... we have been and will continue to be a few of the “pioneering patients” when it comes to learning about EDS. If you are curious, HERE IS A LINK to an amazing site with information. If you want a shorter read, HERE IS A LINK to a list of comorbidities... or conditions known to be created or exacerbated by EDS. 

This post is NOT about EDS, but about chronic pain - JUST ONE of the symptoms that it causes, and my own experiences with pain. (For those of you who also follow me on Caringbridge, this is an updated copy of last November's post.)

People ask me what EDS FEELS like, because they've never heard of it. Well, neither have most of the doctors I've seen. Imagine walking into a clinic, and watching the doctor GOOGLE your condition right before you, then speaking authoritatively on what you've just watched them look up. Now imagine that this happens NEARLY EVERY TIME you see a new doctor! Yeah, that's my life. This is why I read medical journals and study my own health issues so extensively; because I have, and likely will again, been given treatments that have made me worse. It's not the doctors at fault, the condition and it's myriad connections are simply that unknown.

The most prominent AND overlooked/underrated issue with EDS is chronic pain. And yeah, people with HUNDREDS of ailments live with chronic pain - so I understand why people brush it off. But there's pain... and then there's PAIN! And as with most rare disorders, our pain is blamed on arthritis, and discounted as a minor irritation; nothing to complain about. And after decades of being told that our pain isn't worth mentioning... we become conditioned to ache in silence.

So what does chronic pain mean to someone with EDS? While I can only tell you about myself, I have spoken with over 400 people with EDS and know that while our individual pain levels are higher/lower - the types and triggers tend to be universal. So... from the top down:

Head: EDS patients are prone to migraine. On top of traditional triggers like light, sound, smells, stress, or the weather, ours can be set off by neck-strain, dislocating neck joints, or TMJ. Since starting blood pressure meds that apparently also prevent migraine I personally cope with 6-10 migraines per month, with Tylenol + caffeine taking the sharp edge from the pain, but never taking them away. Six months ago, I was enduring 26-28 migraines per month. Yes, nearly one each day. My migraines come with aura... which means they are often accompanied by visual and olfactory hallucinations, nausea, and vertigo. In the past I have been treated with ergotamines, narcotics, and barbiturates. While these will relieve the migraine, I then have stomach cramps, nausea, and gastrointestinal nastiness because EDS patients are often hypersensitive to medications... which is why I avoid meds for this. I also have TMJ - which means that my jaw randomly dislocates mid-yawn or while chewing. On top of the jaw pain, this triggers an instant migraine. SOME (from talking to others it appears to be roughly 1/3 of us) EDS patients are also nonreactive to local anesthetics... which means that "simple, painless procedures" are never pain-free. All of my baby teeth were pulled at-clinic, with Novocaine doing precious little to ease the pain. Nor did it help with any of the stitches or simple procedures I've had over the years. The two cavities I have had, left me in tears. 

Neck/Spine: EDS patients are prone to dislocating neck joints, scoliosis, crushed/herniated discs, and arthritis of the spine. I was diagnosed with sciatica and crushed discs while pregnant with my daughter 20 years ago, but the therapist I saw then said it would be easier to deal with the pain then to fix it. This has caused constant dull pain, (on the doctor-scale, a 3-4, with flares rising to 7-8) as well as sharp stabbing bursts of pain every time I shift my back while trying to sleep, bend, or walk ever since. Just this year I learned that I have scoliosis, arthritis in my SI joints, and my entire body twists from the hips down. I also have LSTV, which is a "normal abnormality" where my spine fused wrong in-utero, (most common issue? lower back pain) and dislocating neck issues. Turning my head too quickly or too far, (this happens about 10-15 times per day... more often if I'm driving) causes my neck to subluxate. This EITHER causes an instant-migraine, or a sharp stabbing sensation that makes me see stars, and feels as if I've been smacked in the back of the head. The only pain relief I have ever had from this or ANY of my non-migraine related pain issues is codeine-drugs, which will actually bring my pain down to a 2-3, but they make me feel like I have the stomach flu... so I hoard them when they are prescribed, and use them only when the pain is enough to make me cry - which is an 8.5-9 on the doc's scale.

What about non-joint issues? I was born with two hernias. They were both surgically repaired before I turned 9. I have GERD. It hurts to eat, and food literally backs up into my esophagus because my throat muscles have worn out, and I have a "warning spot" in my esophagus that COULD become cancerous over time. My heart has three leaky valves, at least one of which will require open-heart surgery to repair "sometime soon" and is currently causing random pains and twinges, freaky arrhythmia issues, lightheadedness, and high blood pressure. EDS exacerbates eye issues. I have been legally blind without correction since I was 12, and uncorrectable to 20/20 for four years now - and my eyes get worse with every year. This causes eyestrain which can create... yep, more migraines.

Elbows/Wrists: I have "trick" elbows and wrists that dislocate or simply lose the ability to support weight, at-will. Pain here is easy to describe. Imagine trying to lift something as light as a quart of milk, when someone strikes your elbow/wrist with a ball-peen hammer. It's not the temporary pain, because as pain goes this is MILD compared to everything else, so much as your likelihood to drop whatever you're trying to lift that gets you into trouble here. My elbows and wrists can also simply "lock up" and stop working until that same hammer-sensation jolts them into moving again. This happens about 20-30 times per day during the summer, and at LEAST twice as often during the winter. Literally nothing I have tried does anything to stop this from happening, and because the pain is always temporary I have never bothered to try relieving it.

Fingers: Oh, those tiny digits. Weather changes make my hands ache. Typing aches. Writing or coloring and crochet becomes increasingly more painful, meaning I tend to limit myself to 30 minutes or so before needing to take a break. I have not played the piano since I was 25, because of finger pain. On a GOOD day, my fingers dislocate 4-5 times per hour. On a BAD day, they can dislocate that often in a MINUTE. I stopped counting or seeing a doctor for broken fingers and toes when I turned 19. At that time I had broken over 200 fingers and at least as many toes. I have been unable to have digits x-rayed because I exceeded the maximum number of times one can be exposed in a year, several times. (Just one of the reasons I no longer schedule visits for a broken bone... that radiation can NOT be good for me!) So when I say that I know what a broken finger/toe feels like, I KNOW. For the past 15 years or so, I have averaged NO LESS THAN two broken fingers per month. Between the constant breakage, the long-term arthritis, the tendon issue in my left hand, (the tendon in my pinkie literally “falls out of place” causing my fingers to curl up, rendering it useless) and a new issue with my left thumb that goes BEYOND my experiences with digit-trauma, my hands ache constantly at a 3 (with my pinkie at a constant 5) on the doc's pain-scale. Bad days or flares are a 6-7, and yes there are days - especially during the winter, where I cannot do more than use my hands as giant mitts because my fingers have seized to the point of being useless. I use adaptive pens/pencils. When I typed this, it took three days because my fingers became immobile simply because it was November, and cold. Opening a jar of pickles can dislocate my fingers/wrists. Brushing my hair dislocates my fingers at least 6-8 times, and my wrists at least twice. I wear buttonless/zipperless clothing. And there are still days I cannot get out of my jimmy-jams, because of my back/fingers/wrists.

Hips: Yep, our hips dislocate. Both of my children were born when my hips dislocated hard and fast enough to begin labor. With my daughter, I literally SAW them give-way as I stood before a mirror and undid the hip-brace I was ordered to wear for 3 months to prevent premature labor! I'll just leave that one there without the associated pain. On a normal day, my hips sublux. That's when your joint goes PARTWAY out of place and then grinds its way back into place... yeah, it hurts. Yeah, you feel your bones grinding as it happens. They will alternately seize up or sublux literally every time I move from a seated to standing position, or shift positions. They can also give out as I'm walking. And they are ONE of the reasons I am unable to stand in place for more than a few minutes without shifting about... which also causes them to give out. The pain from the hips themselves? Imagine someone kicking you in the hip - with the sharp pain, the 20-30 minutes of sustained dull pain, and sometimes yeah... even the bruising. From getting up in the morning, or daring to get out of a chair.

Knees: This is the most frequent issue for EDS sufferers. It's also the most common in "normal" people, so it's the easiest to describe. Our knees can sublux AND dislocate. A sublux feels like we've been kicked in the knee. It leaves bruises. We fall. We drop things. A dislocated knee? Let's just say that the first time my knee went FULLY out, it cost me an $800 ambulance ride and it took the ER doctors FOUR HOURS to put it back in... they ended up giving me hypnotics and forcefully SHOVING it back into place. It took six weeks with an ankle-to-hip brace and another twelve weeks on crutches, along with three months of 3x weekly physical therapy visits JUST to be able to walk again. Since then I have FORCED my own knee back into place twice, learned to catch and shove my kneecap into place BEFORE it goes fully out, put my son's knee back once, and my daughter's knee back into joint twice. This hurts MORE than unmedicated childbirth. For me, my knees sublux simply by walking. I've honestly never counted, but roughly every 3-5 minutes on a good day, and as many as 3-5 times per MINUTE on a bad day. Hence another reason I use a wheelchair when "out and about." My knees also sublux when I am driving, EVERY SINGLE TIME I move my foot from gas to brake, or back again. I have counted, and on a low-traffic day from here to Target, (a 10-minute drive) this happens about 30 times. One way. In low-traffic. I have a knee brace, simply to allow me to drive. My knees also give out randomly as I'm sitting, lying down, and IN MY SLEEP! I was diagnosed with arthritis in my knees at 11 years old. The pain is a constant 3-4, with flares at a 7-8. Always. I have also had tendonitis 7 times. That's when your knees swell to the size of your upper thighs, and physically cannot support your weight for 3-9 months at a time. Oddly enough while this LOOKS the scariest, it HURTS the LEAST! Something about all that extra swelling actually cushions my bones, and while I'm dealing with tendonitis my knees ONLY hurt at a constant 2-3! Knee pain is something I have lived with since I was 11. It's the reason I was opted out of gym classes in school, the reason I have not owned a bike since I was 21, the reason I can no longer climb stairs, and the reason that so many weight-loss exercises are either insanely painful or impossible for me.

And Ankles/Feet: Have you ever had a sprained ankle? I've had approximately 400. Ever broken your foot? I've broken mine at LEAST 25 times, as WELL as the 3-400 broken toes that I am aware of. As a teen I would go in for a sprained ankle and come home diagnosed with 2-3 newly-noted broken toes, 6-10 times per schoolyear. I literally break my toes so easily and often that I don't register the pain as something to be concerned about. I have in the past few years charted the number of broken toes in a month a few times out of morbid curiousity, and to date my record is 11. Yeah, 11 broken toes in a single month. I began seeing specialists for my feet and "musculoskeletal deformities" at seven months old. From birth, my feet never grew right. Walking hurts. Running, when I COULD, was excruciating. I literally do not remember a time EVER, when my feet did not hurt. UCVs/Orthotics? They do nothing. A specialist once suggested that my bones have been broken so frequently that an orthotic could actually BREAK MY FOOT AGAIN with how... "unique" (his word, not mine) my foot issues are.

When I say that I have chronic pain or that I am ALWAYS in pain, THIS is what I am talking about. THIS is the pain that I live with every single day. THIS is ONE PERSON'S story of what it feels like, to live with the pain from EDS. When people ask how I am and I hesitate, it's because I am assessing how much of my current level of pain is even worth mentioning. When I say I am always in pain and people dismiss this and say, "Well, who isn't?" THIS is what they are dismissing as ordinary. These are JUST my EVERYDAY aches and pains. These are the aches and pains that I don't even bother mentioning.

On bad days, on the days when I actually tell people "I hurt" it's far, far, worse!

Valentine's Day... and Barney Fitzgibbon

Valentine's Day has always been a family day in our house. Every year I have come up with a simple theme, and created an evening around that theme and an amazing home-cooked meal. This year, since my daughter had been talking recently about not remembering most of the Disney classic movies, I decided to use a movie as my theme, for a quiet at home dinner-and-movie. Lady and the Tramp is a sweet story that seemed perfectly suited to Valentine's Day. With a quick trip to the secondhand bookstore, I found not one, but TWO copies of Little Golden Books. One I kept intact for our children's book shelf, and the other I used to create a few tiny decorations. The cover became a portrait inside of a tiny vignette complete with a wine-bottle candle, and the pages became a hanging mobile suspended from our swag lamp.

For dinner, the obvious choice was a spaghetti dinner. With two vegetarians, meatballs were a bit more of a challenge however. Fortunately, thanks to Pinterest, I found a recipe for a zucchini-based vegetarian "meatball" and decided that we would have:

* Spaghetti with "meatballs"

* Gluten-free crunchy breadsticks

* Moscato poached pears

* and for dessert... a cannoli pie.

Now I like to think of myself as a moderately accomplished baker. I have been baking from scratch, since I was 8 years old... and baking gluten free, for 13 1/2 years. But pie crust is something I have never attempted. My mother, who taught me to bake, hated pie crust. She only made it twice every year; for my father's birthday, and for Thanksgiving. And on those two days, she would pound her fist, stomp her foot, bite her lip, and shout at the top of her lungs, “Oh, Barney Fitzibbon... Darn it all to pieces!!!” as she fought mightily against the evil terror that eventually became a crust.

So... I have been afraid.

Of dough.

For thirty-five years.

I swore that I would not attempt “Barney Fitgibbon” pie crust EVER.

Or maybe not until I had mastered gluten free baking.

Definitely not until I could manage meringues and macarons.

Until finally, I found myself out of excuses.

I was not ready. Who is ever “ready” to tackle their Everest? You can be prepared, but you are never really ready.

This cannoli pie was going to have a crust. A real crust, not a cookie-crust.

After 5 ½ hours of mixing, pinching, stirring, chilling, rolling, chilling, pricking, baking, chilling, filling, and baking again, all while biting my nails and second-guessing myself I have created...

THE UGLIEST PIE EVER!!!

The edges are rumply and unlovely.

There is a tiny hole where the dough separated.

The crust is a darker than I'd like.

The filling started to scorch in the two minutes between soupy and done.

And... I am proud of this ugly pie. It smells absolutely divine. There was a bit of extra dough that a baked as a test, and it tasted absolutely amazing. And the filling smells positively heavenly.

It is not pretty. It is obviously a first attempt that will require my family to suffer through chocolate pies, crusted quiches, and crusted vegan pot-pies until I am absolutely satisfied. But it is enough. And it will taste all the better, for the thirty-five years of fretting that's gone into this

one

ugly

pie.  

Garden Post: 2/7

There is a blizzard warning one county away. The roads are slippery, there's a windchill warning, and the local schools are closing early. 

Here inside the house, warm inside my mountain of fluffy throw blankets and wool bedsocks I can sit with my hands warming on my cuppa and look out the window and just enjoy the silence that a good snowfall always brings. 

We live between three highways. Even in the middle of the night, there is road noise. But when it snows, everything falls silent. The traffic noises fall away, the birds are quiet, and there is nothing but the quiet rustle of fresh snow falling on our skylights. This is the kind of quiet that you FEEL as you sit, watching the snow fall, with nothing interrupting you but the occasional whoosh of a stray breeze playing amongst the trees. 

One week into February, we have already started our seedlings for this year's garden. This is our 13th year of intensive square-foot gardening, and we are excited to be starting herbs from seed for the first time. Our worm colony wintered in a worm-bin in the dining room, and we used the rich soil from their beds as our starting soil. In the window, we have started: cherry tomatoes, sweet peppers, savory, rosemary, basil, lemonbalm, dill, and strawberries. 

And so, our season of waiting and anticipation begins. From a row of paper cups, will come months of fresh herbs, and enough produce to cut our summer & autumn grocery bill by 25%. On our 128 sqare-foot deck, will be an oasis of organic goodness. 

This year's garden will be rearranged to make room for squirrel-proof cloches to protect the strawberries. We are also growing dill and marshmallow for the first time. We have scaled back on the type of plants we are growing, in order to grow more of what we love. Since squash and corn is constantly ravaged by the squirrels, we will have more tomatoes and three types of salad greens instead. 

The months of watering, weeding, and chasing squirrels are before us. For now however, it is a time for quiet waiting. 

For now, the garden sleeps.

On the Subject of TOO MANY STUFFED ANIMALS

So here's a lighthearted post, and a Christmas Break idea for my friends with kids. I love stuffed animals. My younger friends can tell you about Schnurgle, Eyelash, and Radar and their escapades. My kids can add stories about Pax, Dinglehopper, Radar's Minions, Slurpie, the owls, Dwibbles… yeah, there are a lot of stuffed animals in this house. Heck, I have a heating pack shaped like a stuffed owl! My kids like to BUY me stuffed animals, because they're awesome kids that love to get things that their mama likes. But I don't need more stuffed animals. Because reasons. And space. And downsizing. So about a year ago, I decided that I'm going to hug the stuffies at the store. That way they know they're loved and not forgotten, before they find their forever homes... but I can leave them there, rather than bringing them all home. And this works for my kids, as well. Now when I'm out, I'll detour through the toy department to hug any stuffie that looks like it needs a little love. (I DID mention that I love stuffed animals... RIGHT?!?) I was at the store a week ago getting dog food, and hugging every plush puppy when a younger boy asked what I was doing. So I told him quite honestly that I was giving the stuffies hugs so they wouldn't feel unloved! He asked if he could help, and his mom 'rounded the corner to see her son hugging stuffed animals with a crazy 40-something woman. She asked what we were doing, I explained my ENTIRE reason, and SHE started grabbing stuffed animals! There we were, strangers, in the toy aisle, sharing love with inanimate objects... so we wouldn't have to bring them home and clutter our homes further. We hugged every critter in the store, wished each other well, and left happier. With nothing added to our carts. It was a happy moment. That cost nothing, and unexpectedly brightened two other people's days as well. It is worth repeating. Possibly every time I buy dog food. And just maybe, it's worth sharing with my friends. Because reasons. Or space. Or downsizing.

Word of the Year: Stretch

(We have had months of various internet issues lately, so I'm posting a few VEEERY late posts.)

Last year's word of the year was Psalms. I read them, studied them, wrote them out, (still working on that - my hands are worse than I'd expected) listened to them, colored them, embroidered them, (arthritis again - I finished ONE piece, not 12!) drank from a mug covered in them... and by July I was wholly and utterly tired of them. It's not a flattering truth, but while I knew that many of the Psalms were more plea than praise, I hadn't actually thought through the fact that a full HALF YEAR of Psalms would be spent absorbing a plaintive, oppressed, pleading David. Did I enjoy my year in the Psalms? Yes. Did I learn and grow? Absolutely. Would I do it again? Yes, but not like this. From now on I will take my Psalms in manageable chunks. Lesson Learned. 

For this year, my new word is something that has been embedded into every aspect of my life lately. For 2018, my word is stretch. 

It's not an obvious word for someone who is constantly trying new things and lives with a genetic disorder whose calling-card IS hyper-flexibility... but yes, this year I need to STRETCH. 

In my faith I am developing and stretching new muscles. After more than 25 years of working with young children, I am being led to work with adults; younger women, and newer mothers. This is not my comfort-zone. This is not what I have "always known" and this is not where I have trained since I was 10 to work. But this is the direction I am being led, so I will become more flexible as I learn new ways to share.  

Within my family I am no longer the Amazing Mama who is needed for bandaids, bedtime snuggles, lessons in long division, or how a caterpillar becomes a butterfly. Nor am I a "retired" mama whose hatchlings have flown the nest. I am both, and I am neither. I am the mama who is helping her daughter learn to work from home as her body is falling apart faster than we can keep her together. I am the mama whose son works 5 days a week, yet can't remember to check the temperature before heading out the door in layered pants and a winter coat on a 50F day. There aren't parenting books for this, so I am breaking my own path as I stretch to fill the new needs of my children. We are all stretching to fill the gaps that his new career is leaving at home. 

And with my health - yes, I need to stretch more. Arthritis and joints that now dislocate 30-60 times each day (lately as often as 30 times in as many MINUTES!) are leaving a once hypermobile mama with increasingly less ability. I cannot eat what I have always eaten. I cannot walk as long as I want. I cannot bend to tie my own shoes, let alone lie on the floor and scratch my chin with my toes looped over the back of my head. I am not who I used to be, and the new me is in constant pain. So I will learn new ways to stretch. I will flex new muscles. I will grow in different ways. To quote a favorite television show...

Last year we completed two 5Ks. I now know that I can "run" 3.1 miles in one hour with my wheelchair. THIS year, along with another 5K, (or two) I will be completing a 10K. My goal is to "run" a 10K in two hours.

It's a stretch. But I was literally born flexible. 

Ducky Day

This year we decided to have a Ducky Day on the third anniversary of my mother's death. Starting this year, we're choosing to turn the day into an annual celebration of all things rubber duck.

(The books in our seasonal book basket tell the story of the original shipping-container ducks that our duckie-release is inspired by.)

We created a few simple decorations to brighten the house; a simple wreath from an old bath scrubbie and an embroidery hoop, floating miniature ducks in our mason jars, and a tiny paper garland for the fireplace. In the dining room we placed a sailor-duck (in honor of Mummy's time in the Navy) in our lantern along with four baby ducks.

This year's Willow Tree is called My Sister My Friend. The darker figure appears to be an older woman guiding and standing behind a younger woman... something that is quickly becoming a new chapter in my life, but also who my Mummy was to me.

Our ducky release was kept very close to home. Four little duckies paddled their way down Rice Creek - a tiny stream less than a mile from our home.


Heavy rain, cold weather, and tummy troubles  caused us to re-think our epic water battle plans. However we are enjoying our quieter-than-planned day all the same.  We will be playing a few duck-themed games including one of the kids' favorite games by Bart Bonte - DUCK and having a light lunch with cheese and "quackers."

While today might not be quite as wildly celebratory as we'd planned, I think Mummy would approve. 

I even remembered to buy us new socks!