I believe I forgot to post that Caleb is officially a walker now!  Today is his 11 month birthday, and he’s been walking since October 8th!  Even in just 2 weeks of solid practice we’ve been a bit shocked at how good he’s getting at it!   And he’s been going up and down stairs for months now.  He’s a pretty amazing little guy, just like his brother before him.

Tuesday Tim stayed home with the kids in the morning so I could get a root canal — joy of joys.  Tuesdays and Thursdays Ethan goes to a mother’s day out program at the church building. ("Sonshine School")  I had to be gone by 7:30, so poor Tim had to do everything to get the kids ready to go and out the door by about 9:00.  Then they had to go pick up a friend’s son and take him to "SSS" also.  Of course I know Tim is capable of doing all of that; but he doesn’t normally do it, so logically it would be done differently than the way I do it.

Later that evening Tim told me that as they were walking into the church bldg. for "SSS," Tim was holding Caleb in the car seat (which I never do if I don’t have to) and had Ethan holding Tim’s pocket.  Then he had Rhys with his other hand.  Apparently the car seat was blocking Ethan’s view of the sidewalk, and he was having a bit of hard time.  Tim heard him quietly and sadly say, "You don’t know what you’re doing, Daddy."  

After I stopped laughing, Tim said he must have heard variations on that theme at least 5 times that morning.  It was never said as a challenge to authority, or in a rude way.  It was always just a statement of "fact," and often said somewhat sadly.

Poor clueless Daddy — or Ethan, depending on your point of view.

Well, it seems the fun medical year (or two years) continues!  

Tomorrow (well, now it’s today) I get to go have a "D&C" to clean out my uterus and hopefully find out why I’ve been bleeding for (literally) a month.  This is outpatient, done under general anesthetic.  So I’m a touch nervous.  I am much better off psychologically than I was for my very first surgery ever in January.  But the being completely out is still a bit weird to me.  And of course in the back of my mind is the prayer that it’s not cancer.    Good thing is I have faith that God will keep me safe, and I feel good about my doctor and the anesthesiologist.  AND I know more of what to expect from the process this time.         

Right now I can’t sleep because I want a drink of water soooo badly.  I drank as much as I could almost right up till midnight to try to avoid being TOO dehydrated.   But allergies are just bad enough that every time I get settled in I start coughing and dying for water.  Even some gum or a cough drop would be very welcome.    I’ll probably fall asleep about 3am, and have to get up 2 hours later.  But oh well.  They don’t need a well-rested patient.

Thank you, in advance, to Tim’s sister Michelle for watching the boys while this is going on.  Ethan is "so es-sited!"   When I tucked Ethan in tonight I asked him if he would say a prayer for me tomorrow when I went to the hospital, for me to have a good surgery.  He told me that he could do it "right now.  Cuz I gonna be too busy at Aunt A-sells house tomorrow."   It was the perfect thing to say.  It told me that he’s perfectly happy to pray for me, but I also know that he’s going to be in very good hands tomorrow.  He knows it too.  It was very comforting.   So he prayed while I grinned at his comment and then I kissed him goodnight.

 And so I say goodnight to you too.  Maybe I’ll have success this time.