Chilly trips to see the lights
Bring it on 2010--we have each other.
Did you know shoulder rides are hysterically funny?
Mac has also mastered the art of peek-a-boo. It's absurdly cute.We stayed until they turned the lights out in the park and then headed to find a fish dinner near the ocean. McKay was tired and cranky and not about to sit through dinner--that is until I walked my cherub about 25 yards to the boardwalk. We sat on the bench and listened to the waves roll in. He calmed instantly. It was a perfect end to the day.
Then it was on to Disney for three days of fun. Disney is always magical, but there is something about taking each of my boys for their first visits. I was glad the getting was good enough to take McKay this year. By 15 months old, both of my other boys had been to Disney twice, Hawaii and many other locations. (Ty redeemed his first frequent flyer ticket at just two years old.) To say McKay has put the breaks on a what was a frequently mobile lifestyle is an understatement. It's true we've found many adventures closer to home, but I felt a sort of strange sense of accomplishment at us finding a way to bring Mac and Mickey together.
And in return? McKay slept through meeting the big man! Oh well, his brothers smiled big enough and bright enough for all of us.
He did, however, get to meet Winnie the Pooh. It was a joyful event to behold.
It was slightly more than depressing to drive nearer to home and watch the sat monitor tell us McKay, once again, needed some help. We'll check in with his cardiologist on Thursday for a more intense evaluation of how he's really doing and what's next. I'm close to nauseous for this appointment for some reason. We'll continue to pray and trust and hope for good news. And once again remind ourselves to take it one day at a time. Because the last few days have been pretty great.
You got to love a six-year old with a deep bow.
We hosted our annual all Hallow's sugar cookie and soup night (which made us all a little more roll than rock, but these cookies are WORTH it).
(I see a future in politics for this one.)
(And perhaps law enforcement for this one...)
The biggest casualty of the night (aside from our false sense of security and complacency) was a new pair of pajamas I cut through the foot so I could thread the tubes in and out of his sleeper. I am paranoid my little toss and turn will get tangled up in the night.
Truly, I just want him to feel better. Little boy blue has given us a couple of good scares in the past few weeks. Let me just say I will never buy the kid a purple shirt--I'm not a fan of the color on him.
Please, please, please Lord watch over my baby and his doctors.