Stuff

So I went to the GI last week.  She ordered a bunch of tests which will all take place over the course of this next month including blood work and a few oscopies.  They are all unpleasant and I'm only looking forward to the fact that it feels like we're doing something.
  I'm not leaving out details to be mysterious or dramatic, I just know there is a fine line between information and too much information. Some may argue that I crossed that line already, but I am doing my best to stay away from it for now.  If you need details, email me or call me.


This weekend was one for firsts.  Ava's first time roller skating,

my first time drinking an element from the periodic table,  Ava's first soccer practice.

The soccer and roller skating were endured with about the same amount of enthusiasm (not much) and the reports at the end were also the same but totally not what I would have guessed. She really was excited for all of it, but struggled  feeling overwhelmed and not as successful as she would have liked.  There were a few tears.  But following both she answered the question of  "How was is it?" with "Great! It was great!" I think she has a really great selective memory.

I had even less enthusiasm than Ava.  Barium is super gross.  Like super gross.  I've never had to fight my own body like that in order to force something down.  It was so bad, when I'd will myself to walk back over to the bottle, Luke would yell, "NO, MOM! DON'T DO IT!"  It was almost as if my own body had found a voice in my son, because that was exactly what I was thinking.  And unfortunately, when I got to the imaging center for a CT scan with my insides all coated with barium, and changed into the disposable clothes they'd given me, they realized they had actually given me the wrong stuff.  I almost passed out right there in my paper pants.

The office manager broke the news  and she was very apologetic. I forced myself to be calm and I think I came off as very understanding.  They were grateful for that, I could tell.  I wanted to yell, "YOU ARE THE WEAKEST LINK, GOODBYE!" Instead I said, "It's ok.  I understand it was a mistake," made another appointment for this week, and left.

On a lighter note, here's some of the things that have come out of my kids mouths lately that I hope to never forget:

The handle of my wooden spoon broke as I was stirring.  It surprised me and I gasped.  Max ran over with concern in his eyes and asked, "What happened, Aweese?!"

Luke sits next to me in church and asks me to tickle his arms and back, etc.  He also uses this time to clarify the  names of body parts that he's not sure of (calf, ankle, shin).  So he'll ask the name and then ask me to tickle it. A while ago he asked about his hand.  I pointed to the inside and told him it was his palm. So my favorite now is when he holds out his open hand and says, "Tickle my paw, Mom."  



A few days ago in the car Luke said to me, "Mom, when I grow up I really want to be a man."



Ava was reporting to me on her art class one day after school as she did her homework.  She explained that she had to finish her project that day and the teacher told her it was "very important".  Then she snickered.  I looked at her but didn't say anything because she continued with a chuckle, "Sometimes my teachers say 'this is very important' and I say, not out loud, just in my mind, this is not very important!"  Again I just looked at her because I wasn't exactly sure where she was going with it all.  She started to laugh again.  Finally I said, "Why is that funny?  Why is that stuff not important? What is important?"  She stopped laughing and stared at me almost as if she was trying to decide if I was being serious.  She must have seen that I was and she said, "Jesus and God are important.  This paper-- (as she held up her homework) NOT IMPORTANT!"  Right in so many ways and wise beyond her years, that girl.
 


This one's not recent, but Dan asked me to repost it.  Go ahead and watch it, I promise you won't be sorry.