Today while waiting at the doctor's office, Daddy showed Madison the art of coin hockey. This is a time-honored tradition, a game that goes back to when he was young, and one that took Madison a little bit of time to master. But catch up she did, and was quite noisy about it in the waiting area.
Meanwhile, Mommy was getting some news that wasn't what she was hoping for. It isn't what we're hoping for at all, in fact. While things are certainly not as grave as Uncle Dave's situation, or our friend Alan's mother, they are certainly less than ideal. A few weeks ago, there were a few polyps discovered, and their positioning requires a bit of surgery. Which all sounds extreme, but hopeful, until you realize the cost of such a surgery - and by that, I don't mean a financial cost so much. Recovery may require a change in her lifestyle, or at least a return to something we had to go through together back when Mommy was recovering from cancer. All that said, it was a rather unfortunate afternoon for us as a family. Madison could sense there was something amiss, and the house was a bit more quiet when we got there.
Daddy went to attack the poison ivy infestation that is now creeping in the back yard. It's like something the Addams Family would grow, this big patch that suddenly popped up. Meanwhile, the battle of the ants at the window sill rages on, where Mommy doing battle against these ants that are simply determined to get into the house. We're not entirely sure how this is being accomplished, as we've been spraying just about every entrance point. All but one, apparently. We will win, ants. Count on it.
This morning, Madison began her art camp. We set the alarm and got up early, then heading off to Quinlan Art Center once more. We got there about a half-hour early, which was perfect for walking around the gallery and checking out all the folk art that was there. Yes, there was at least one Howard Finster piece, but there were plenty of other nice selections as well. Madison had no problem racing off with her class this time - but she stopped, as she forgot something. She turned around and gave us a hug, and then was on her way. It was a sweet little moment.
This morning, she said she did her own cave drawings, making a fox and some Indians with spears. Tomorrow, she says it will be messy, and she needs to wear appropriate clothing. That sounds like fun!
Madison went to bed early tonight, mainly because she's starting to get up early. This is a good thing, a good habit to get into, because in just a month's time, she'll be getting up super early to go to third grade. After she went to bed, Mommy and Daddy continued the research phase, watching "Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull." That movie grows on you - folks have to stop taking things so seriously. I mean, once you've seen Indiana Jones survive dragging himself beneath a moving army truck in the very first movie, you should get the idea that reality is being stretched somewhat in this series. Therefore, the whole "nuke the fridge" portion is not that big of a deal.
Anyway, it was nice to just sit on the couch and watch a "Mommy-Daddy" movie. The big story of the day, of course, is Mommy. We went to bed tonight, praying for a better way to recovery. We'll hold on to that, and hold on to each other, more determined than ever.
Meanwhile, Mommy was getting some news that wasn't what she was hoping for. It isn't what we're hoping for at all, in fact. While things are certainly not as grave as Uncle Dave's situation, or our friend Alan's mother, they are certainly less than ideal. A few weeks ago, there were a few polyps discovered, and their positioning requires a bit of surgery. Which all sounds extreme, but hopeful, until you realize the cost of such a surgery - and by that, I don't mean a financial cost so much. Recovery may require a change in her lifestyle, or at least a return to something we had to go through together back when Mommy was recovering from cancer. All that said, it was a rather unfortunate afternoon for us as a family. Madison could sense there was something amiss, and the house was a bit more quiet when we got there.
Daddy went to attack the poison ivy infestation that is now creeping in the back yard. It's like something the Addams Family would grow, this big patch that suddenly popped up. Meanwhile, the battle of the ants at the window sill rages on, where Mommy doing battle against these ants that are simply determined to get into the house. We're not entirely sure how this is being accomplished, as we've been spraying just about every entrance point. All but one, apparently. We will win, ants. Count on it.
This morning, Madison began her art camp. We set the alarm and got up early, then heading off to Quinlan Art Center once more. We got there about a half-hour early, which was perfect for walking around the gallery and checking out all the folk art that was there. Yes, there was at least one Howard Finster piece, but there were plenty of other nice selections as well. Madison had no problem racing off with her class this time - but she stopped, as she forgot something. She turned around and gave us a hug, and then was on her way. It was a sweet little moment.
This morning, she said she did her own cave drawings, making a fox and some Indians with spears. Tomorrow, she says it will be messy, and she needs to wear appropriate clothing. That sounds like fun!
Madison went to bed early tonight, mainly because she's starting to get up early. This is a good thing, a good habit to get into, because in just a month's time, she'll be getting up super early to go to third grade. After she went to bed, Mommy and Daddy continued the research phase, watching "Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull." That movie grows on you - folks have to stop taking things so seriously. I mean, once you've seen Indiana Jones survive dragging himself beneath a moving army truck in the very first movie, you should get the idea that reality is being stretched somewhat in this series. Therefore, the whole "nuke the fridge" portion is not that big of a deal.
Anyway, it was nice to just sit on the couch and watch a "Mommy-Daddy" movie. The big story of the day, of course, is Mommy. We went to bed tonight, praying for a better way to recovery. We'll hold on to that, and hold on to each other, more determined than ever.
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