Steadfast and Immovable Decides to Move

I was able to get one video displaying three of Molly's talents. They include crawling (yes, she has finally decided to move!), clapping, and shaking her head no. She refused to say "uh uh" or wave goodbye, but maybe she'll do those on another video.

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Happy Anniversary!

I hate getting my picture taken, but this one makes us look like we're farting on Santa. And that guy in the background with the mustache . . . his name is Rick.

Today is our 4th Anniversary! James and I have been married for 4 years and known each other for a little over 5. We've each gained some weight in that time, gained a lot of stuff in our house, and gained a beautiful daughter. We drive each other crazy most days, but we still like each other most days, too. What I've learned in the last 4 years is that being married is a challenge, but once you commit to sticking it out forever, it takes some of the pressure off making mistakes. So we know its okay even when I ask James, "Do you even like me?" He says with kind of a forced sigh, "Ya." And when he asks me, "Do you like me today?" I say in a routine answer, "I like you every day."

We are pretty exciting people. To celebrate today's occasion, James gave me an alarm clock and I gave him a gift card to Sears (he likes tools). Both gifts beat last year's book shelf. For dinner, the three of us went to the Rio Grande. It was yummy and Molly was an angel.

This is my favorite new Guster song and I think it fits the 30-something married couple, that's us! Thank you for being a good husband! Here's to many more years, Jim Bob!


Do You Love Me - Guster

We were young, twenty one, all those years ago
In came a fascination, everything is under control
Full of life, untried, through thickets and through thorns
Out came a revelation, everything is out of control

Do you feel it?
Do you feel it now?
Cuz we want it, but we don't know how?
Do we have it, as much as anybody ever has?
I wanna wake you from your dream,
I wanna know just who you're talking to when your singin' in your sleep
I wanna find out what it means
Do you love me?

Now we're fine, all right, but all those days are gone
We read our constellations, everything is under control
Are you tired, I'm tired(I'm tired)
The tv sparks and glows
The news man gives information, everything is under control

Do you feel it?
Do you feel it now?
Cuz we want it, but we don't know how?
Do we have it, as much as anybody ever has?
I wanna wake you from your dream,
I wanna know just who you're talking to when your singin' in your sleep
I wanna find out what it means
Do you love me?

I got marbles in my mouth
Thousand words I wanna say but it's impossible to spit em out
I can barely make a sound
Do you love me?

Do you feel it?
Do you feel it now?
Cuz we want it, but we don't know how?
Do we have it, as much as anybody ever has?
I wanna wake you from your dream,
I wanna know just who you're talking to when your singin' in your sleep
I wanna find out what it means
Do you love me?

I got marbles in my mouth
Thousand words I wanna say but it's impossible to spit em out
I can barely make a sound
Do you love me, love me?

Do do do do do, do do do do do do do....

Do you have green goo coming out of your ears?

Molly does. Every day is a new adventure, apparently, with this little girl and her ears. She got the tubes a week and a half ago and the good news is they are working. How do we know they are working. For the last 2 days, green goo has been flowing out of them. I shouldn't say flowing, but rather steadily gathering and oozing. If the oozing isn't cleaned up (by a q-tip or mom's pinky fingernail), then it becomes extreme caked-on crustiness.

She's had a bit of a runny nose since the weekend and so I'm assuming she's just got a bit of a cold. Otherwise, she's fine. No fever. Not too much out-of-the-ordinary grumpiness. Basically, what normally comes out of a runny nose, is now coming out her ears. The good news is that if it weren't for the tubes, the gooey green stuff would probably be pooling behind her ear drums and causing yet another infection. The other good news is that she is done taking yucky oral antibiotics (to which I would only give her after a taste of ibuprofen because she likes the taste of it and is tricked into swallowing the yucky stuff). The other good news is that this was remedied with a phone call and not a doctor's visit. Now, she has ear drops. 5 drop. 3 times a day. Repeat for 7 days. Hopefully they clear up the green goo.

Also, related to the green goo or not, I don't know, but she has had a hard time falling asleep the last 2 nights. Last night James and I fought with her for almost an hour and a half before she gave in. She's usually a really good sleeper and I don't know what the deal was. It wasn't a sad, "I don't feel good cry." It was more of a "Grrr. I'm mad at the world cry."

Tonight she did the same thing, but I didn't want to fight her. I gave in. I put her in the car and we drove to Walgreens to pick up her ear drops. She was asleep by the time we got back home and should stay asleep. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

And . . . in case you were wondering about it, I've given you a diagram of the middle ear.

And . . . just to report, James got released from being the EQ President tonight. If you see an extra smile on his face the next time you see him, that's why.

Hello!

Hi. It's Molly here.

My mom made me sit for a quick photo shoot before church today because I was wearing a new dress. I hardly even wear dresses, but I seem to grow out of them before I get to wear them much. Here are the pictures she took. As you can see from some of them, I am having a very hard time sitting still lately.

Ear Tubes

Today Molly went to Primary Children's Hospital to get tubes in her ears. In the last 2 weeks, she's had an appointment with Dr. Havlik and then Dr. Child, an ear, nose, and throat specialist. She's actually been pretty pleasant, but both doctors agreed her ears are still infected and that she should probably get tubes in her ears. Even though it's a relatively simple and short procedure, it's treated as a full-blown operation at Primary's and seems like quite and ordeal to prepare for.We had to wait until Thursday afternoon to get the surgery schedule. No formula or food after midnight. No water or juice after 5:00 a.m. We were to be at Primary's by 6:30 Friday morning and her procedure would be done at 8:00. James and I juggled our work schedules. He was able to take the day off, except that he had one appointment he couldn't miss in the morning. I would, of course, go with Molly, but then really needed to get back to school.

Molly and I made it to the hospital around 6:40 a.m. The first waiting room was already packed. We got a light-up pager like you would at a restaurant and took our seat with all of the other little kids and nervous, tired parents. Some kids were sad, some were grumpy, others were fine. Molly was fine. We watched the fish tank and all the other kids. Our pager had to go off twice before we could move to the next room.

The next room looked like a regular doctor's office room and we waited there, changed into fancy hospital pajamas, talked with an MA and then a Nurse Practitioner. Molly was still doing great!

The next room was waiting room #2. We met back up with several of the kids who had been in waiting room #1, all wearing the same fancy jammies. A couple of other kids were getting ear tubes, one was getting something removed from her eye/forehead and the doctor came out to the waiting room and marked the left side of her eyebrow with a sharpie. During this time, James met up with us and Molly got super grumpy. We blew bubbles, we colored, and we wandered. I think she was starving and tired and didn't want to be there anymore. Both the anesthesiologist and Dr. Child came out to talk with us, then we walked down a long hallway, handed Molly over to the anesthesiologist and walked back the other way to waiting room #3.

The whole procedure . . . takes 12 minutes.

Pretty soon, we were called out of waiting room #3. Molly's ear tubes were in and it was time to go find our child, our screaming child. The anesthesiologist (I just like seeing if I can spell that) told us earlier that most little kids either wake up still sleepy or they wake up feisty. Molly . . . well I guess you could call it feisty! She SCREAMED. She was so mad at the world. She kicked. She yelled. She was covered in snot, slobber, and tears. She wanted nothing to do with the water they were trying to give her in a bottle. She wanted nothing to do with me, or James, or the bed, or anything. Who knows what she wanted. We sang songs, we looked at different things, we emptied some toys out of the diaper bag, we tried a regular bottle, we picked her up, we laid her down, she flipped around . . . she just kept screaming!!

After a very traumatic 20-30 minutes, a nice little hospital worker lady came and brought Molly a noisy car toy with a horn to honk. Crying immediately stopped. She played with it for a while. She settled down enough to drink her bottle, change her clothes, and off we went. James said she had a 3 hour nap at home and an otherwise pleasant day!

The procedure went fine. She has drops for 3 days. No direct pressurized water in the ears. Follow up with Dr. Child in 3 weeks. She should be a happy camper from now on!

The End!