Hmmm

Good news....just in case Amelia's new Snow White costume doesn't work out for her on Halloween, she's been unknowingly working on her "UnaBomber" look...

Feeling Better

It looks like Everett is fully recovered from his surgery. In case you were wondering what our wild nights at home while Meggan has to work look like...here you go (except we normally aren't sideways, that's just because I'm an idiot with my cell phone)

The Good Patient

Everett is home from surgery and all went as well as could be expected. Apparently, his ears were in worse shape than we knew about. So, the surgery couldn't have been more timely and he is expected to make a full recovery.

Prayer

In case I wasn't emotional enough about Everett's surgery, Amelia decided to push me over the top.  She wanted to say a little prayer for Ev and it went as follows...

Dear Jesus,
        Thank you for my little baby brother. I love him. Please make him safe and please make his ears better so he can play. In Jesus pray, amen. 

Here We Go Again

Tomorrow morning, the little guy seen below (pictured in his only other stint in a hospital gown) will be blindly led to the doctor's office to have tubes put in his ears. I feel terrible that he doesn't see it coming.  I feel even worse that I won't get to go back to the prep area with him because I'll be hanging with Amelia.  I haven't felt this helpless as a father since they took him for his circumcision.  That turned out okay and I'm sure this will as well. But, just in case, if you have any spare prayers lying around, please send him his way.

Raining? Pouring?

For reasons that go against all odds and biology, Amelia has wet the bed roughly a billion times recently. Just yesterday, she consumed a single small juice box from the hours of 5pm until bedtime, pottied twice before bed, and still went Super Soaker 3000 on her sheets. I'm not even sure how that is possible.  A few nights prior to that, her bed was drenched and her pajamas weren't wet. Again, I'm not sure how that is possible unless she dropped trou and used her bed as some kind of really comfy urinal. Prior to this bad run, she had gone many, many months with no accidents at all. So, we're hoping it goes away as quickly as it came. Otherwise, we're going to have to replace her sheets with a rain tarp.

3 or 30

Amelia may still act like a baby very once in a while, but she talks like an adult.  Here is a small sampling that I can recall from what she's said recently...

The morning after Meggan worked late and didn't see the kids - "Mommy, you miss all the fun!"

After I mercilessly tickled her - " Daddy, I love you so much because you are so funny"

Tonight after I told her I went camping as a kid - " I don't know, Daddy. It sounds like you're just telling stories"