Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Three Fingers






Yes, it's been over a month since your birthday, so I'm rather behind on your 6 month tribute.


I was looking at old videos of you tonight and you're growing out of your babyhood. It's funny to hear you talking in the videos because you look so young. I can't believe you were talking then. You're a little girl now. Even in the past few months you've had some major milestones....


Kicking the paci to the curb

Becoming (mostly) potty trained

Learning all the letters that "live" and your name and being generally curious about letters

You sleep in a big girl bed.

You remember events much better now. You make more connections to people and things. Context seems to be a growing part of your understanding.


We are the center of your world (as you are ours). I often, often think that when I look back on these days when you say I am a beautiful princess that I will miss them very much as I become less worshipped when you're older. I try to relish it now.

Sometimes you call me "mother". I'm not sure where you got this.


You have your moments, but you are generally very good natured (maybe we're in a good phase?) Sometimes when I am trying to talk you into or out of something, I am really surprised to hear you say, "OK, Mom." Maybe you sense that I just need to be let off the hook.


You do love to dance, do gymnastics, and sing. You are unabashedly proud of yourself as you're doing all these things too. If only we all had a three year old's confidence.


You're still into all things pink, princess, sparkly, tinkerbell, ballerina, and talent show.


One of your favorite activities is to cram things into places where they don't belong. I try my darndest not to get frustrated by this, but it is hard.


You love to give hugs. You love to buy presents for your friends (even when you're not getting anything). You have your favorites and you frequently want to have friends over.


You often call out, "I'm lonely." to get us to come and pay attention to you.


You are sometimes pretty grumpy when you are awoken unexpectedly and it sometimes lead to irrational anger ("I hate hippos." "I hate money.")


You are simply the greatest and I love you.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Check, check and check

Friday I got the final word and I was ready to party.

There's really nothing seriously wrong with me. Medically speaking, anyway.

Oh, the Friday before last I got my CT scan results (just before our weekend getaway, woo-hoo) and while I have "ground glass" nodule(s) on my lung(s), they are not of immediate concern. They should just be followed. I wish I could learn to stop eating glass objects, but they're so crunchy and delicious.

This past Friday I had a cystoscopy with the urologist and he confirmed that there is nothing wrong with my bladder. I may just be having blood in my urine as a lingering effect of radiation, but that too is not a cause for concern.

Boy that test felt funny. Not the good funny. But the feeling didn't last. Oh, and let me know if you need a urologist. This guy is good.

Just so I can feel a sense of accomplishment for running around to doctors, only to discover that I'm fine, I've decided to quantify the past couple of months:

9 medical office visits which included:

2 x chest X-rays
1 x MRI
1 x CT scan
1 x cystoscopy
1 x ultrasound
3 x labs
3 x urine tests

A recipe for good health.

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