Today marked the first surgery ever for any of the children - Little Fish to have a hernia repaired.
He did so incredibly well! We were at the hospital two days ago for a tour, which did wonders to alleviate his fears. He bopped right into the hospital with only a little hesitation (because we didn't go immediately to the play room). He loved the hospital PJs, was a sport with temperature taking and blood pressure cuffs and other kids in the play area. I was expecting him to be more of a Thunder Cloud, and I was pleasantly surprised to see him winning over all the nurses with his cute little self.
After surgery, however, he was a sleepy guy! It was a good half hour before he stirred in recovery, and we had another hour before he was ready for some bites of Popsicle and sips of juice. And after that, he fell back asleep until we woke him to get dressed.
After which he promptly vomited.
Overall, a very positive experience (as positive as surgery and hospitals can get, I think). But no swimming for him, so no visiting the hotel pool with Uncle and Aunt and Cousin this weekend.
Here he is just waking up:
And here getting some ice chips from Dr. D.
On the seventh day of Christmas...
Six squabbles settling
Five pizzas gluten free!
Four singing siblings
Three cup cakes...
I'm becoming one of them. Those mamas with the cell phone poised, snapping low quality digital images. My kids (to post in Facebook), the coffee pot I might buy, so I can compare prices, the kids again. What fun!
I snickered at people like me...
What is with me/us? We keep making the same moronic decision year after year after ...
"Mom, hey Mama? Is it possible to make a giant robotic stuffed animal to help old people but then the makers make it turn EVIL?"
Little Fish is in a delightful phase I don't remember St. Nick going through at age 8ish. He asks questions.
Yes, of course Nick asked (and still asks) questions. But his questions are more, um, grounded. Take, for example the question he asked about a year ago. "Mom, when did you and Dad have sex to make the baby?" Hello math lesson.
Fish's questions are ...
I'm reading Timothy Ferris's book, The Four Hour Workweek, and although I have no desire to be part of the New Rich or to outsource scheduling of doctor appointments to someone in India, I do like the idea of independence: both personal and financial.
So far I've been confirmed in a number of things, like...
At this very moment, I have five field trip info sheets on my refrigerator. One Field Day sheet, one special book report thingy to do (another sheet), and the various papers of info for other activities like ballet recital info for Mud Pie, band concert for St. Nick. Just a moment ago I received an SOS from Fish's teacher: "We need drivers for the field trip tomorrow! And volunteers for the end of school party! And items for the gift for our student teacher! And a lunch mom for today!" And and and and ...
It was raining when I got out of the shower (at noon! Ah, love these lazy mornings). I'd promised the kiddos I would show up for the Fund Racer. But I was tired, hadn't had lunch, and it was raining.
Did I mention it was raining?
That title is supposed to be sung to the tune of ... oh, what show was that? Ah, Patty Duke (thank you Google). Last week Fish and Mag and St. Nick and I all went to visit cousins about an hour away. My three kids were well matched with the other four - there's a lot of energy in this group, to be sure.
I can't imagine a more perfect day.
Bedtime rolled around with the usual mix of exhaustion (parents) and bickering (Pie and Fish). This time the argument was over who brushed teeth first. Everyone ended up frustrated, so we spent some time in Pie's room sitting together and talking about Family and how much we love one another. Little hearts softened, siblings made up and said Good Nights and I Love Yous. All was well.