The Circus

Mr. A is a trooper.  Dr. Joe pulled the ear fluid out (that he told us was the consistency of Elmer's Glue..nice), removed the tonsils (although we began to really wonder when Mr. A was asking us to eat things like pretzels and cereal on Day 2 - that's changed, though), and tossed the adenoids.  Mr. A wanted to swing on the swings on Day 1 (not allowed), run around like a crazy person on Day 2 (Loritab makes you sleepy?  Says who?), and crashed big time on Days 3, 4, and 5.  I was waiting for the other shoe to drop and it did.  The popsicles, ice cream, and water ice novelty only lasted so long.  This morning he asked for a banana muffin and string cheese at 6:15 am.  His eating's been erratic (with sores like his in his mouth, I guess mine would be too), and his nighttime sleeping even more so.  I wasn't quite prepared for him to spend many a night in our bed (while we were lucky to have so much as a cheek still on the bed - in case you're wondering, we usually have a very strict 'no children allowed' policy in our bed...it's brutal) and waking up so often, but that throat hurts.  Poor guy! 

I will say, however, that the decibel level in our home has decreased significantly and I couldn't be more pleased.  He hears beautifully and even gets annoyed and covers his ears when Miss M launches into one of her high pitched squeals, screaming, "Miss M!!  That hurts my ears!!!" 

But, that was just part 1 of our circus last week.  My poor (or lucky, depending on how you look at it) sister and her husband got "stuck" on their vacation in Europe because of the Icelandic volcano.  Their child coverage had to leave 5 days before they were going to be able to make it home.  So, we popped over and picked up Baby David to do a trial run on having 3 children at our house.  It was nutso!  Mr. A needed his juice, soft foods, restraints, etc.  Miss M needed her mouse, mouse, her Nemo, her sippy, or her snack at any given moment, and poor Baby David needed to be held and loved and fed (and wasn't so keen on the sleeping part).  Even Miss M couldn't entertain Baby D all the time, even though she tried and was actually pretty good with him (giving me a little hope). 

We had 3 adults in the house and were shocked to find that we couldn't always keep up.  Sleep was scarce, needs were constant, and survival was our mode. 

However, I learned a very valuable lesson: if I ever tell anyone reading this that I think I'd like to have 2 children 14 months apart - please send me straight to a hotel by myself and far away from my husband and tell me that that is a very bad idea.  I cannot even imagine what asylum I might have to be committed to! :)  Ok, so maybe it wouldn't be THAT bad (I know there are many who have done it and lived to tell the survival stories), but if at all possible to avoid...I'd like to do that.

On Friday, Baby D left our house and we miss his contagious smile and ginormous baby blue eyes!  But, his mommy missed him even more!  DH's dad came to town for a much welcome visit complete with homemade pancakes (his specialty).  We worked to restore order to the Big Tent again (is that possible?), and now we just need to get Mr. A sleeping through the night (scabs on throat, be gone with you!).  All in due time.