Little Operation

Today we took Aidan to the hospital for minor surgery.  He got tubes put in his ears.  The hope is that he will hear better and be able to reproduce speech sounds more accurately. 

If this doesn't help, then we're pretty sure there's another issue.  Perhaps apraxia?  Time will tell.

He wasn't very impressed with not eating or drinking this morning.  He made his way to the Cheerio cupboard 8 times, only to be turned away empty handed.  Poor pumpkin. 

He was polite with the nurses, up until a point. The point being when they held onto his arm or foot firmly to put numbing cream on the back of his hand and a monitor on his big toe.  He yelled out, "ooooo," and "owie."  It would have broken my heart if it wasn't so darn cute.

I was impressed that they let me take him right into the operating room, and wait with him until the anaesthetic knocked him out.  I held him and sang "The Owl and the Pussycat" for old-times sake.  Just like  I did 4 years ago when he went under for heart surgery.  Ah, good times.

Aidan plays a Christmas Carol

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Holidays are Over, sigh.

Flight Pass to Fun!

We got our Flight Pass to Fun!

We waited at the aviation centre for Santa to arrive.

Oh, what a big beard you have, Santa!

"I like these people!"

Phew.  I'm tired, are you tired?

A Ride with Santa in his Private Jet....

Our social worker called today to ask if we would like to go for a ride with Santa in his private jet (Telus corporation's jet).  We're very excited about it - and can't wait to see Aidan's face when he meets Santa.  The big boys are thrilled too; they can't wait to dress up in their dressy clothes.

I love opportunities like this.  A chance to share Aidan with the community.  A chance to celebrate together.  A chance for the big boys to be so very proud of their little brother.

I love Santa Claus.  I always have, and I always will.

The thinking tree

When I was teaching I had a little guy in my kindergarten class who said his mom was putting up the tree that day, so that when he got home, it would be finished and waiting for him.

Downhearted.  That's how I felt, because I knew the mom was wanting everything to be perfect.  Just so. But, in her quest for perfection, what message was her little boy getting?

I can't imagine not having my boys in on the fun. It's the process that they'll remember when they're older.  Not the final product.  They'll take out the ornaments year after year and say, "oh, I remember this one."  And yes, an ornament was dropped and broken....but we got out the glue and put it back together.  Because that's what we do in our family....we don't throw away what isn't perfect.  The imperfect things still matter to us.

Costume-ability

The boys had a lovely Halloween.  We went out and about with a family that moved away this summer....but they came back for the night to let the boys trick-or-treat in their old neighbourhood.

Aidan's first experience with going door-to-door was adorable.  The first house we went to, he walked in, took his hat off and sat in their big comfy chair.  He didn't quite understand why we left so quickly, but then he got the hang of it (and I did too....I held him back.)

I hope everyone enjoyed their Halloween!