It's been a long time since I last blogged! This is mostly due to the fact that I have a ward canning blog to upkeep, things have been crazy, and Dray wants to sit on my lap and bang wildly on the keyboard whenever he sees me on the computer. It's either blog or or sleep, and sleep is one thing that we don't get enough of around here (due to one very energetic, big, blond toddler.) Tonight is one of those rare nights that I've decided to give up some precious sleep and catch up. So...here's what's happened since I last blogged.
* Dray had his one-year-old birthday. At his one-year appointment he was over 100th percentile in height and 90th in weight. Needless to say, the circumference of his sweet, round head was in the 100th percentile. He dances to music, points to specific people when asked, runs quickly, loves the outdoors, sings into his toy microphone, and gets into EVERYTHING.
* We went on a fun-filled vacation to San Diego in early November. It was in the 80s here in the valley and upper 90s in San Diego. California was having a heat wave that we just happened upon. There was a lot of red, sweaty-faced crying and complaining while at Sea World. We also toured the U.S.S. Midway Battleship (which was very cool and interesting), took a harbor cruise, and went to Belmont Park and the beach.
* The kids brought the stomach flu home from school THREE times.
* Had a low-key, fun Christmas.
So, in other recent news, I went to the doctor and he discovered that I have an ovarian tumor. When the doctor saw it on the sonogram and said, "You have a tumor," I actually heard Arnold Schwarzenegger's voice in my head say, "It's not a tumah!" (from Kindergarten Cop.) Then I kind of laughed a little bit, and the doctor looked at me like I was crazy. It helped a little with my nerves.
To make a long story short, these last couple of weeks have been filled with appointments, blood tests, and an MRI. On a side note, I feel sorry for short people that have to get an MRI. If I looked up as far as my neck could stretch, I could see out of the top of the tube, which helped with the claustrophobia. Short people have to stare at the ceiling of the tube, which on top of sounding like a freight train at ear-level, is only about four inches away from one's face. Anyway, I'll be getting a laparotomy (open surgery) to remove that stinkin' tumor on February 2nd at Banner Desert and will be there for a few days.
Honestly, I just feel blessed that the doctor discovered it at all. I know that Heavenly Father guided me to this particular doctor and that he is always aware of our particular needs and circumstances. What a blessing the gospel is!
Dog-pile, worthy of awkwardfamilyphotos.com
All three have Ken's smile
We like to call him "Dirty feet McGee"
Fun with my Sound of Music sisters.