Surgery #18

Off to children's hospital again for Julius. Looks like were down to twice a year. Great news! We thought we might be iced in today but it looks like the snow and ice has just passed us by and it will be smooth sailing on the road today.

Surgery #16

Yesterday was surgery #16 and Julius did great, probably better than he has ever done. The anesthesiologist tweaked things just another tiny bit which made it darn near perfect -- as perfect as anything like this can be.  I can't imagine having to get a big tube down your throat every few months and a burning laser, etc etc.  Poor guy.  He's a great sport though.

This time, he was not completely satisfied with the toys we bought him to mitigate the nastiness of repeat hospital visits, so we took all those back and ended up wheeling him around in a basket in Toys R Us while he was in a post-anesthesia drunken stupor. We are bad parents.

No pictures because either Blogger or AT&T hates me.  I'm not sure which.  You'd think with my level of comfort with technology I'd be able to figure this problem out by now, but no.  My life doesn't go that smoothly.

Cool New Balloon Trick

Still no luck getting our technical problems fixed. The phone company thinks it's Blogger. Great. In the meantime, here is how my morning started:

Julius: Mom, do you want to see me shoot balloon air out through my nose?

Me: Um.... Yeah, I guess so. (Honestly, I really wasn't sure I wanted to, but was trying to be polite because I like him to have good self-esteem and think his mother cares about Stupid Boy Tricks.)

Julius proceeds to blow the balloon up, then release the balloon and somehow directing the air to shoot out his nose. (How does he even do that? And without gagging himself or falling unconscious which is what I would do.)

This has the added bonus (for him) of long strings of mucus to fling out forcefully, waving like slimy pennants at a windy stadium.

I shriek and dive under the table yelling, "OH THAT IS SO GROSS. STOP DOING THAT! GO BLOW YOUR NOSE. NO... WAIT WAIT... you HAVE TO go show your dad that trick!"

About half an hour later we did a retrospective of the event. He came and sat next to me, a thoughtful look on his face and said, "I can't believe I can shoot balloon air out my nose."

I said, "Yeah, me either."

Those Less Fortunate

Another golden moment of conversation with Julius as we're chopping things up for dinner:

Julius: What are you making?

Me: I'm not sure yet. I haven't figured it out.

Julius: Are you just chopping the vegetables?

Me: Yeah and then I'll go look and see what else we have to make. I'll let you know as soon as I know what we're having.

Julius: Are you chopping up worms to put in there?

Me: Yeah. Definitely.

Julius: People really do eat fried worms, you know. They do.

Me: Did you know that in some places people eat grubs and maggots?

Julius: Yeah, in Africa. They are really poor in Africa and don't have a lot of stuff. People should send them money or maybe food. They are so poor in Africa they don't even have toys or food or television or candy and cookies or Bakugan or cartoons or clothes or water or even Coke. Africans are the poorest people in America!

Julius Eats Sour Candy

Here is the first in a series of Public Service Announcements that Julius is making. He's considering his options about starting his own show. We're still kicking around a few ideas.