Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Harrison had a little procedure this morning at the hospital where he had to have his nose cauterized. it really isn't a big deal except that he had to be put under because he is so young. We've been telling him he is going to get his nose fixed since he has so many nose bleeds. We prepped him for it yesterday while we were at the hospital doing pre-op stuff. We told him that we would be coming back to the hospital before the sun was up and that we would wait in the waiting room until they called his name. I then told him that the nice nurse would take him to the back and he would go to sleep, wake-up, and his nose would be fixed. This morning, at 5:30 am, when Adam went to get Harrison, he was so excited about being up while it was dark outside (mom and dad were not as excited about this fact). On the 45 minute drive to the hospital, he repeated everything I told him the day before. He even said, "wait until doctor call my name," and I replied, "what will they say?" He said, "Doctor call me Harrison, not H." We obviously got a good laugh about that this morning. But he was so great. When the nurse administering the anesthesia took him back, Harrison didn't even look back at us. He was so excited. I got a little teary-eyed. I don't know why...maybe because I'm pregnant. And literally, 30 minutes later, he was done. He woke up, wanted apple juice, and we were on our way back home. The nurses told me that when he got home, he would want to sleep, and probably not eat all day. I actually thought that I might get some stuff done around the house since he would be wimpy and sitting on the couch. Not so much. He has been going full speed. And he has eaten more than he has eaten in a week. Maybe now that his nose is fixed, he can taste food again!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
th birthday. My grandma is a force to be reckoned with, and could possibly be my hero. My new favorite aspect about her: she can hardly hear. It makes for the greatest conversations, especially when she tells you what she thinks you said. She has always had a hard time understanding me as I have been told that I am a mumbler. Either way, it has set me up for success in this part of her life as I'm used to her asking me to repeat what I've said. Anyway, so I stayed with my Aunt Lorri (who is 19 years younger than my mom) and has a son that is about five months older than Harrison. I guess that makes them second cousins. They played outside really hard (notice the abundance of sweat on Harrison). Not mentioning their pool and cabana, they have an awesome trampoline and playhouse in their back yard. I think I need both. I grew up with a trampoline that provided hours of entertainment for me (and freedom from whoever was inside). I love them. In fact, I'd love to jump right now except for the knowledge that I would pee my pants every time I bounced (because of baby two in my belly). And something tells me you aren't supposed to jump on a trampoline when you are pregnant. The trampoline I jumped on was rectangular, with no sides, and usually, exposed springs. Harrison looked like he was in prison behind the netting of this trampoline (that happened to be spring-less too). He didn't care. He kept on tackling Jonathan, and couldn't understand why he wasn't getting tackled back. He is already in big brother mode. Now that I know that I am going to have two boys around, a trampoline and an outside fortress are a must. So, grandmas and grandpas, that is what Harrison wants for Christmas. Actually, we've already talked about getting him a swing set thingy, but Adam wants to build it. I tried to have Adam pay attention when I asked Lorri where they got their set and she responded "they even put it together for us while we were out of town." What a dream, I thought. I don't think Adam even heard it.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
The family minus Nana and Papa...we need some more kiddos in this picture!
Pure Joy. This kid loved the water.
On another hike. This was a more mild than our Aspen hike...or maybe it was the presence of oxygen that I appreciated. Harrison loved it...again. He kept on telling us that he was climbing big roots. And he repeated "big roots" about 100 thousand times.
Catching a fish...sort of hard to see. Adam taught Harrison that it was okay to stretch the the truth when someone asks you how big the fish you caught was.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Our little family after my meeting at Red Rocks