pictures from the playground

Having a serious conversation with Dad. Probably trying to convince him that it is, in fact, OK to ingest the wood chip he found on the ground.

Driving Mom. A foretaste of times to come, except I probably won't be smiling when he's really learning to drive. In fact, I probably won't be in the same car. Or in the same state, for that matter.

Hmm, just a bit out of reach. Time to practice those climbing skills?

A sweaty Drew is captivated by a bug. We take him to a playground chock full of things to climb on, slide down or crawl through, and he wants to chase bugs.

Time for a short break. I'm surprised I got this shot, because he only sat there for about 3 seconds before jumping down and running off across the playground.

What better way to end a day at the playground than with a serving of cotton-candy-flavored ice cream?

In other news, we finally managed to score an appointment with the ENT (ear, nose & throat, for the childless among us) specialist, who promptly informed us that he would, indeed, like to place tubes in our child's ears.

Quelle surprise.

Surgery is scheduled for the first week in June.

Surgery. On my baby. Someone sedate me.

I know it's a very common procedure - hell, half the kids in his daycare class have ear tubes - but still...it's my baby. And he'll be gassed to sleep and someone is going to poke holes in parts of his body.

At the same time, though, I am definitely looking forward to not having to spend an entire summer carting him back and forth to the doctor (at $25 a pop) to get yet another round of antibiotic (another $20) that will clear up the ear infection which will then promptly return in five weeks, lather, rinse, repeat.

He's been off the latest round of amoxicillin for two weeks, and already I can tell he's gearing up for the next infection - slightly runny nose, watery eyes...the signs are all there. So hopefully the tubes will break the cycle.

And finally, after much thought and some wrenchingly honest observations about our personality defects, Charles and I have decided that we need to hire a professional to paint our downstairs. During our soul-searching, we came to the conclusion that we both are:

1) Almost neurotically impatient
2) Psychotically perfectionistic
and 3) Lazy

None of these traits lend themselves to performing well in any team-oriented task of manual labor.

Come of think of it, none of these traits lend themselves to performing well in any civilized society.

So, we've requested a few quotes from some local painters. This should be good for a few days of irritation and general pissiness.

Comments

[Mom]

Looks like Drew had a lot of fun! Boys and Bugs seem to go together~

[ebeth]

I'm sorry that Drew has to have surgery. I wouldn't handle that for Mary Catherine well at all - so I admire you for getting through it. Hopefully it will be one of those 'worse for parents than child' things. :)

[ebeth]

oh and have you had your hair cut? in the black and white 'mom and son in john deere clothing' picture - you look so ADULT! not old, but just so Mom-like.. It was a weird moment for me!

[Amy]

Hehe, yes, I did get a Mom 'do. It was getting too hot having all that hair, plus Drew kept grabbing at it.
Shorter is definitely better when you throw a toddler in the mix!
Thanks for the well-wishes about the surgery. I'll keep you posted on it.

[Kalyne]

Looks like he had so much fun! Ice cream is such a good ending!

I'm sorry he's going to have to surgery. I wish him many well wishes.