Tubes for Two

The kids tubes surgeries have been scheduled for this coming Friday, March 16th. They were originally scheduled for Wednesday, but we had to move it. Brian will also have an ABR while he is out to check his hearing in an environment where his behavior cannot impede the efforts of the audiologist. I have to call on Wednesday to see what time the surgeries will be, but the tentative times I have been given are 11:11 and 11:33. These are easy and quick procedures, but Lilah has never had anesthesia before, and we've never been through two surgeries in one day, so prayers would be appreciated for both kiddos!

Photo Editing in Progress

I swear I am taking pictures of Brian still. I just haven't had a spare minute to edit said pictures, file them, and post them to the blog. Tomorrow maybe. Anyway, here's one to tide you over. This is the face Brian made today and I asked him to say "cheese." He is actually saying it. Clearly he does not understand what it means in relation to taking pictures.


Also, and update from this morning. Baby Martin came home tonight with his adoptive parents! He is so freaking cute! Dreams do come true. Keep praying, please. We all know how scary the process can be for quite a while.

Whirlwind

The last 24 hours have been just insane.

Yesterday was mom's birthday. She also received a pretty huge award from the Madonna Manor, the care facility where both of my grandparents spent the last years they were with us. I helped my aunt Norma sneak into town to surprise her. Fun!

I worked in the morning and on the way home received a text from a very good friend. "It's a boy!" This friend has been trying to adopt for a long time. The birth mom has until 4:30 today to change her mind. Prayers, please. Lots of prayers.

Brian was so good last night at the awards dinner! We have had a rough few days with him. Naps have been short. Sometimes non existent. My patience has been short. Sometimes non existent. Two days ago he dumped an entire pitcher of ice cold water on himself, stuck an important key in the church copier (which we had to take apart in order to retrieve the key), and managed to get himself stuck in a chair. Don't ask.

Yesterday he got a good nap. And then on the way to the dinner he dumped his entire cup of water on himself, his car seat and the diaper bag. I was pretty sure the award dinner was going to be a disaster.

BUT he rallied! He was polite. He was sweet. He was the only child there, so he relished in the attention. He listened. He sat. He whispered. He was charming. He got a little restless toward the end, but what 2 year old wouldn't after 2.5 hours. He was good.

Then this morning, more news. The father of a family I taught passed away this morning after an almost 2 year battle with brain cancer. Prayers, please. Lots of them.