kinsmen park

Here are some pics that are a little dated but need to be shared anyways. Levi (especially- just look at the faces!) and Enoch really had a fun time on this outing, it was great to go together as a family.

aftermath

Everything has been going well. We arrived at the hospital at 7 am, and it wasn't until 9:45 that I could actually convince Levi to wear his hospital gown. He sure is vocal about anything that he opposes as the entire day surgery unit can attest to! There were at least 5 other kids there yesterday (all of whom wore their gowns without a fuss), waiting around for similar surgeries, so it was nice to know that Levi isn't exactly a guinea pig for the doctor. It was also comforting to see other kids come out of surgery with their eyes intact before Levi even had to go in. Levi went into surgery a little after 10, and was out by 11:15. He slept it off at the hospital for awhile, and then came home and slept it off some more. He refused to open his eyes until we turned on Little Mermaid last night (we don't own it, so it was a novelty). His eyes are still crossed, but not as much. The inner sides of his eyes are really red a bloodshot, too. We had a doctors appointment this morning, and she said that's normal and that we need to wait and will be evaluating his eyes again in 2 weeks.

Levi is more himself today, crawling around like a lizard in public and fighting with his brother as usual. He is no longer grumpy like he was yesterday. I think our only big challenge left is getting drops into his eyes every 2 HOURS. This is a major struggle every time and has to be done for the next 2 weeks. Any tips?

big day

Tomorrow is the day. Pray for luck!

writer's block

I have not had much of anything to write lately. Most, if not all of you may know that I am pregnant, but I felt like I had to write something so here is the official announcement on my blog. Baby is due on March 5th, and Levi has named her Kagakagakeegan, and is very adamant that that is the name. I will hate to break it to him when the day arrives...

Oh, and we do not know if it is really a girl, Levi wants a baby sister and I am more than happy to continue with that little dream.

surprise visit

My mom likes to really pack a car. Enough that at times I think when she casually asks people if they might be able to take a package with them on a trip, they consider making alternate arrangements.

My mom had a bunch of stuff to send me this weekend, only the "fedex" was no longer going. So this afternoon she made the alternate arrangements, and my mom, sister and three nieces are all headed out here today. Oh, and a puppy. YIKES. This house is childproof, but it certainly isn't puppy proof. I am really excited to see everyone, though.

Erin C: This is your chance to meet the infamous anonymous commenter, bring your kids by and they can meet the puppy, too!

speed date

As most of you know, Levi has strabismus, or crossed-eyes, and has been waiting for a surgery date. We were told that he would be getting a date at the end of November or early December. We got a phone call from the hospital, and he will be having his surgery on the 26th! Yikes. That's way faster than I am ready for.

childhood memories

Have you ever had a conversation with someone about how great the cartoons were in the good old days? (I'm talking 1985-90 give or take a few years). Remember Gummi Bears? Smurfs? Transformers? Thundercats? The Green Forest?

Then usually the conversation turns to how silly, ridiculous and unimaginative cartoons are these days. I am not talking about Simpons, Disney/Pixar movies etc, more about the Saturday morning cartoon genre.

We have recently rediscovered one of my all-time favorite cartoons, Ducktales. These shows were awesome, I tell you! My neighbour had them all recorded onto VHS, and my brother, sister and I would borrow tape after tape and watch these priceless animation wonders for hours. WE LOVED THEM!! I can still remember the theme song. (A-whoo-hoo!!)

But the sad thing is, along with this rediscovery, I have come up with a new discovery: the show is absolutely abominable. Uninteresting, plotless, boring, you can barely even understand what any of these silly ducks are saying!! All these years I have thought that creators and writers and animators have lost their skill, but really I am just a lot harder to please. I think I would have been just as happy with the sad Saturday renditions of today as I was with the glorious drawings of yesteryear.

twenty-eight

As children in my family, when we celebrated birthdays we always had a special test that we had to pass before my mother would make us a cake. It was a fairly easy test, the same one every year. My mom would ask us how old SHE was, and we would have to say 27. That was my mother's magical age of youth and beauty, I guess. Once we would say she was only 27, then the festivities would continue as normal.

Today I am officially older than my mother. I know, I know, the math doesn't quite add up, but oh well. I am 28 and have decided to no longer care about birthdays. I was SO SAD to turn 20. I could have been a teen forever. I have a picture of me a week before I turned 20, in front of a license plate that read 4EVER19. Oh well, I have decided to follow the attitude of a good friend and just no longer care. I am 28 and I am lucky to be alive!