Sittin' HERE...

A lot.. T2 had sinus surgery yesterday morning.. again.. for the 9th time. (Really 9.. We even have the 9 baby bears they give you each time you go in to take home with you..) This time is particularly bad. They redrilled his posterior sinus hole thing and he's got gushing bloody green boogers oozing out. The good, things had NOT been coming out.. The bad.. This hurts him. The really REALLY bad.. The Dr. said in a grave tone that his sinus may just NEVER function correctly and basically he may be screwed.

Am I ok with this solution.. Not so much. It may be time to move on to a better Dr. even though we've already gotten another opinion from allergist type guy who agreed that this was a reasonable path to go given his sinusitis history. (He has JUST enough of an opening for it to be chronically infected.) What a conundrum.. BUT, temporarily this seems to have relieved his cough that had gotten NASTY and juicy. When we go in for his followup in 2 weeks, I'm going to try to push for a more concrete plan other than "wait and see" from the ENT else I'm going to take him to the ped and see if they can help me construct a longer term solution for my wee guy.

Now I have also figured out that I can learn a lot of other things from other people's blogs that I'm just to self absorbed to figure out otherwise.. Like apparently according to Sarah's blog there's a chance of snow. Isn't that just a kick in the pants. Shows ya how much I pay attention to the world..


And now for something completely different.. T1 has well.. Figured out Santa me thinks.. Kinda like how she "KNOWS" Spider the cat isn't "visiting" the vet but rather kicked the proverbial bucket, but is happy in her land of delusion (which is ok with me - it rather save me the effort). Like 1 & 2 have noticed boxes arriving and me not opening them. *I* usually don't anyway, but C usually will. But right now there is kind of a stack of well, boxes, on the floor in my room. And kids and boxes... They must know what's in them apparently. And I won't open them. *I* already know what's in them. # 1 came up all sassy and asked "Are those.... *doe eye blink* Christmas presents for us? Is THAT why you won't open them and show us..?" Soooo Yeah the gig is up. I must admit I COULD have lied, and I did.. But only a little. I told her that Santa comes but really given the size of the boxes, there was no way he was dragging his fat ass around and getting all that crap delivered in one night so when he got some stuff ready he went ahead and mailed it.. Do I think they actually BOUGHT this lie? Ohh heck no.. Are they leaving it alone now.. YES, thank heaven for small favors. AND Now anxiety girl KNOWS without a doubt that there will be presents and she doesn't need to worry if there will be some (Which you would be surprised how much anxiety this can cause... Will Santa find me? How will he find me? But what if I am not ALL the way asleep will me miss me? What if I'm not good enough? and then all of those "helpful' people saying things like "You'd better be good or Santa won't come.")

Now.. On to something completely different.. (As you can tell, I've been sequestered to sit.. And cuddle.. A LOT with post surgery boy.. And while I must be used as a pillow, I can type? I'm not sure on this logic either.)

Let's ponder pie. I like pie. I really Like PIE. I currently have no pie. I enjoy a nice tender yet flaky crust with just a hit of sweetness. I must admit I do have an order of pie love:

1. Apple: Super thin slices with a mixed variety of apple kinds.. Heaping full with a little sugar on the top crust. Fortunately NO ONE else in my house likes it. If I got the ordeal of making it, It's ALLLL mine..

2. Peach Pie: Sadly, I can't have this one anymore. Stupid allergies. Stupid stupid allergies.

3. Lemon Meringue Pie: I sooo need to make one of these. I haven't had one is SOOO long..

4. Pumpkin Pie: Ehh it's ok. Really rather over played and it's a single crust pie without that sugary flaky crust on top that I really like so much. But both #1 and #2 loooovvveee pumpkin pie middle. I'll even just make them a loaf pan of the middle and they'll eat that. Neither of them like crust. It's tragic.