It’s been busy around here. Visits from Grandma and Grandpa and the fabulous Aunt Maggie and her dog Soda. Two birthdays. The State Science Fair and John’s First Communion. Rocky enters the playoffs for state water polo and graduation season is around the corner. I’m slowly learning to walk and Mom randomly locked her keys in the car at a gas station tonight.
Moments of quiet and settledness are a rare delicacy around here.
And usually happen when there is a book in my hand.
It’s a big world out there. And I’ve got to do big things like walk, and talk, and learn my name.
Good thing I’ve got big people by my side.
It has been two days since John’s surgery. The first day passed uneventfully.
Today, we had a little fire.
Read More »The surgery was successful.
The surgeon said John’s tonsils were huge, a sign of a well-colonized infection.
Read More »Perhaps you have noticed that I am referring to Johnny as John today. When we checked in at the hospital, he was asked if he had a nickname. He answered that he used to be called Johnny but that he is having surgery today. So he is going by John.
John it is.
Read More »John’s surgery has started. The surgeon should be out to update me within an hour. Afterwards, they will let John sleep and will not wake him. They told me that boys sometimes sleep longer. John told the nurse not to count on it.
He wants to go outside and play.
It’s been a busy morning. I woke to a spring snowstorm, the car covered in ice. Rocky had an early morning practice and we were headed into the city by 5:30am.
I returned to find John and Becky playing. He had pulled her out of the crib and attempted to dress her. He got part of the way there.
Read More »Most of the time when I have a medical update, it involves Becky.
This time, it’s John’s turn.
Read More »I took Rocky to the Secretary of State for her driver’s exam today.
Child #5 is now 16 years old, licensed, and ready to hit the road.
Read More »Several of my therapists want to see me better incorporated into normal, daily life. While I continue to be delayed, particularly in gross motor skills, it’s important that my family treats me like a 2.5 year old and not a baby.
Which is hard to do since I’m quite cuddly and love to be carried around.
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The Refillable Glass 