It is tough to decide what I should write and what I shouldn’t. Sometimes the blog is a nice outlet for me and I forget that other people actually read it. Sometimes I wonder if it is too boring and people think I am crazy for journaling our everyday life. Sometimes I have to be careful because I don’t know who is reading and I don’t want to hurt or embarrass anyone.

Monday we had a nurse trainee come and experience a crazy-boys morning. I thought things were going just OK with her, but suspected nothing really amiss. While the boys were quietly eating lunch in their high chairs, she just suddenly leapt up and said that she was seriously nauseated and dizzy and that she had to leave right away. After she more or less ran out the door, I looked at our current nurse and said, “I think we scared her away.” I didn’t write anything because maybe she really was sick (that is a whole different problem though! I quarantined my own family, a sick nurse better not bring illness to my house!!)
I heard today that I was right. She was overwhelmed by the activity and work in my house and had a panic attack. She won’t be coming back. What next?!

I also have refrained from writing too much about Great-Grandma’s condition. She has been one of the primary reasons I have kept this blog going for so long and I didn’t want her to read anything negative about her outlook. As this time, there will be no further medical intervention or treatment for her leg, her pneumonia, UTI or anything else. The doctor suspects a bone infection at her injury site or something worse, the inflammation markers in her blood are through the roof. She will be treated for most comfort possible and I do not think she will be capable of reading another blog post. We all love her very much and want her remaining time to be peaceful and without suffering. I am so relieved that our trip was not delayed or cancelled and we got to see her.

I felt like standing up and running out the door today too, the boys were just white hot balls of toddler terror. The toy battles were fierce, today it was the bubble mower at the heart of it. Yesterday it was a specific spot in the dirt or a specific dump truck in the bath.

He doesn’t want to wait his turn

But he does get his chance

Brendan had a hearing and vision screening today with the school district. It is the beginning of the process to transition him out of Early Intervention and into preschool and other special needs services. The hearing test went great, but he failed his vision exam on two machines. It seems that he is about 20/50 in one eye and 20/70 in the other.
I’ve made an appointment with the pediatric ophthalmologist but it will be two months before he can be seen because they are all booked up. It looks like Brendan is going to have to get glasses. I felt really sad for him today. Glasses are not really a big deal in the big picture. I was pretty young when I got mine. It just makes me feel bad that we will have one more thing to worry about strapping on to him and making him wear.
His near vision is good, so maybe he won’t need anything for a while. He isn’t reading chalkboards across the room or driving yet.

We got him nibbling little pieces off of popsicles now. The beauty of little bites is that they melt before they can upset him too much.

I can’t even caption this look, it is too much

Because even people that are dealing with grief, anxiety, and stress need a sparkle in their day, I give you Brendan the Ham.

Trevor thought he was silly too

Bill is fighting the battle of “Mommy do it!!” from Trevor at bedtime. I heard an awful lot of giggling in there tonight. Pretty soon it will be, “Trevor, should Mommy read you a book for bed?” and he will say “Or Daddy do it” instead of vice-versa.