Tuesday, October 26, 2010
all is well.
Unlimited juice, iced tea, popsicles, and movies ... Silas isn't complaining.
Updated with highlights from the hospital room:
Highlight #1 - Earlier tonight Brian was walking with Silas, who was barreling down the hallways, singing. From the nurses station, I overheard one nurse say, "That little boy just had his tonsils out." To which another replied, "It doesn't sound like he's missing them."
Highlight #2 - Once again I am reminded of the JOYS AND BENEFITS of a routine. You might be asking yourself, how exactly do you get a toddler to sleep in a hospital? Well, friends, I'll tell you - bring his sound machine and blanket from home, and go through his routine. We did what we do every night, then told him, "Night-night Silas." "You going to sleep in here too?" He asked. "Yes, it's a camp-out," Brian said. "Okay. Good night," Silas said, then rolled over and promptly WENT TO SLEEP. Thank you LORD for bedtime routines.
Highlight #3 - I couldn't eat my dinner tonight, because Silas was hungry too. Every time I opened the tray, he would say, "Check my tray Mama! I want some big boy chicken too!" Alas. How ya gonna eat big boy chicken in front of a hungry boy who can't have any? So I just had a vending machine dinner at 9:15 p.m. Then I promptly sent Brian out to pick up antacids. You know you're pregnant when ...