Froth Slosh B'Gosh

Summer Camp!

Mrs. Froth and I dropped The Frothling off at horseback camp for five days of riding and other camp adventures!  

It's Been Awhile

Since we last checked in on The Frothling.  She's now nine years old and in third grade.  She enjoys softball, Girl Scouts, horseback riding, and is learning to play the guitar.

Froth Goes To Nicky's Thai Kitchen

So yesterday was Mrs. Froth's birthday, so we bundled up the kids and headed to Nicky's Thai Kitchen for a birthday meal!  Mrs. Froth and I had been here once before for lunch, and we liked it, but we weren't sure how the kids would react.  The Frothling is an adventurous eater, so we knew she's be fine, but Frothette is a very picky eater, and the Frothite is not quite 3 years old, so we weren't sure about her either.

Frothette played it safe with the chicken noodle soup, but she was amazed at the size of the tureen it came in.  Luckily, Frothite helped out!  Frothite chowed down on pork dumplings, so much so that we ordered another six which she eagerly devoured.  The Frothling ordered mixed seafood with snow peas, and Mrs. Froth enjoyed a plate of Param Chicken.  AS for me, I had the Shitake Duck.  When our pleasant waitress asked me how hot I wanted it, I told her "Thai hot."  It was searingly spicily delicious, but a cup of hot sake and some Thai beer tamed the flame.  I also had the squid appetizer, which was very tasty.

We spent $200 including the tip, but it was a wonderful feast, and there were plenty of leftovers.  I took my leftover duck and mushrooms and made a nice udon soup for lunch today. 

Pot Pie!

The Frothling and Frothette helped make a chicken pot pie for dinner tonight.  The Frothling cut up the vegetables, and Frothette helped stir.  The girls also helped with spooning the filling into the pie pan and putting the top crust on.  Everyone agreed it was delicious!

Party!

The Frothling had a delayed 8th birthday party, so her friends from school could attend.  October was the earliest there was a free weekend between softball games and horseback riding lessons.  The girls had a nail salon party at the local beauty parlor.  Everyone had a great time and left with lovely nails!

A Little Sunshine

After the horror of Las Vegas, multiple hurricanes destroying major cities and an entire US territory, I offer you a picture of The Frothling with her new Mini-Strat, learning to play "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star."

 

Meatloafing

The Frothling wanted meatloaf.  That looked like a football.  So Mrs. Froth and I helped her make one.  While I wouldn't recommend trying to kick it through the goalposts, it was quite delicious.

Who Needs Video Games?

The Frothling and Frothette are just fine with the classics!

Girl Scout Cookie Time!

The Frothling and her Daisy Troop are now selling cookies!  Her personal goal is 200 boxes, so if you want your cookies sent straight to your door, please click on the link below and order.  Her troop will use the money from cookie sales for their service projects and summer camp.  The new cookie this year is the S'mores.  I got to sample one, and they're AWESOME.  You have about 2 months to order...but act now before they're gone!

https://digitalcookie.girlscouts.org/scout/molly144810?preview=true

 

 

Some Bad News

The Frothling was diagnosed with Lyme disease.  While Lyme is easily curable in its early stages, the longer it goes untreated, the harder it is to treat.  She started exhibiting symptoms three weeks ago.  Since it was the weekend, we were directed to take her to Children's Hospital, which, as an aside, was acquired by The Evil Empire about a decade ago.  Mrs. Froth took her, and I stayed home to watch Frothette and Pumpkin.  They didn't get back until 0300 Monday, with nothing known, but blood drawn for labwork.

I asked Mrs. Froth if The Frothling was prescribed antibiotics as a precaution, as the symptoms seemed similar to Lyme.  She told me no, but she called the next day to request antibiotics, and was told to wait for the test results.

The test results were back on Wednesday, positive for Lyme.  And there they sat.  No phone call to us, no call to our PCP, no call to the rheumatologist that we were directed to make an appointment with.

When the Frothling saw the rheumatologist eight days later, and the symptoms were described, he immediately said, "Oh, that sounds like Lyme."  He was told the hospital ordered blood tests, but we hadn't gotten the results yet.  The doctor called the hospital, and learned that the results came back over a week ago, but were "misplaced."

The rheumatologist said the bite could have occurred up to 2 months ago.  We're probably still in the window where the month-long antibiotic regime will clear the infection, but there is a chance it won't.  The rheumatologist was shocked that the hospital didn't prescribe the antibiotics that night.

So yesterday, the hospital called and spoke with Mrs. Froth, and admitted that mistakes were made.  I, for one, will be consulting with an attorney next week.