So, it’s been awhile. Life has been crazy and stressful, so I’d taken a break from blogging, but I’m going to try to get back into it.
Why was I away? Well, for the past year my eldest has dealt with cyclic vomiting syndrome. He doesn’t have an official diagnosis yet because everything else has to be ruled out first, so there may or may not be an underlying cause for his vomiting episodes. We’ve been in and out of the ER, children’s hospital, a pediatric geneticist office, and a pediatric GI office. It gets to be rather stressful wanting answers and getting no positive ones thus far. At least we’ve ruled out pancreatitis.
Yesterday Kieran had a brain MRI, just to check that all is well. I remember hating my MRIs on my knee, as I’m somewhat claustrophobic, so I hoped it would go ok for him. The hospital tries to make it child-friendly, so they allowed him to bring a DVD to watch. He chose The Hobbit, of course, and his only complaint was that the noise of the machine somewhat disturbed his watching.
I’ve never been one to spend much time on my hair. If it will look ok down without much work, I’ll wear it down. Otherwise I’ll just put it up. Until recently, Charlotte had been content to let her hair go free (I love her messy curls). Last week, though, we were having some mother-daughter time and she wanted to get more hair things. Then she wanted me to braid a princess crown, and a Rapunzel braid. I didn’t know how to French braid at all until a few months ago, and now I’m learning more intricate braids. Funny about life, isn’t it?
I’m excited that our priest is going to allow Kieran to be anointed before his endoscopy later this month. This Sacrament is given to those above the age of reason, which is usually defined as age 7, but there is some wiggle room if the priest thinks the child is there before 7. Kieran will be 7 in November and we’re preparing him for his First Holy Communion, so Father agreed to anoint him. Yay!
Leo thinks his PowPow can do just about anything. My dad got a toy plane down from the ceiling fan with a broom, so now Leo thinks my dad could surely get a real plane down from the sky with a broom.
I’m tired of sweltering heat. It’s not as bad as it was in August, when the heat index was consistently 110+, but it’s still hot and humid.
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