Happy New Year! It’s the first day back at work, and that means year-end financials. Hundreds and hundreds of three-hole-punched, mind-numbing pages. Pathetically, I went on a special shopping trip for that all-important 4-inch binder this year.
Dylan had triple hernia surgery on December 30th. You would never know it from the way he’s acting now, but he was achingly sweet and serious for the first two days. He hurt a lot the first day, but didn’t want to stay in bed, so I would occasionally find him whimpering face-down on the floor just outside his bedroom. The only way he’d stay in bed was if I snuggled in with him.
For the record: we watched approximately six thousand hours of Veggie Tales from Monday afternoon to Wednesday evening. We gave in to incessant demands for the Tomato and the Cucumber, hoping it would keep Dylan from popping his stitches. He kept turning somersaults and jumping off the couch, and then he’d clutch his groin and say, “My peepee! My peepee!”
Daphne is going to walk early, we think, like Dylan. She’s practicing the standing moves all the time now, and even jumps to her feet from a kneeling position once in a while. I can’t even do that.
Logan is having a tough time right now. Every tiny thing seems to throw him into a tailspin, and he has a hard time dealing with frustration. Hopefully he’ll feel better when he goes back to school after the holiday break. If not, we’ll have to tie him to a stake in the back yard.













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