To sum up my day:
Why is it that babies know just when you are about to get ready to go somewhere, and choose that moment to have a meltdown?
What is it about a nice bath, clean jammies, and clean diaper that is so conducive to taking a poo? To all three babies?
Is it bad that on occasion, sparks fly in the microwave when I’m heating up food, (even though there’s no metal in there)? And that the handle came off in my hand today? Is that some kind of an indicator of something?
OK.. it wasn’t all that bad but I did ask myself all of those questions at some point in the day.
Actually, we made it out to the Magic Kingdom today and it was nice to get out, since I haven’t gone anywhere (AT ALL) for the last couple days. We caught the parade, and although the kids were interested, there weren’t very many smiles.. I think they just don’t know what to make of all those people in weird costumes:)
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about a little boy named Stellan, that I mentioned a week ago, when he went into the hospital due to SVT, which from what I understand is a prolonged elevated heart rate. His mom’s blog is HERE, and I’ve been following it for a while. I was sure that he would have been home by now, the doctors would have fixed the problem, and he would be back with his family. But he isn’t. He’s still struggling to get his heartrate under control, before his heart fails. I just don’t understand things like this. I just don’t.
One positive thing about the situation, is the showing of support for their family from literally thousands of people around the world. Through her blog, MckMama has reached many people, and those people are rallying around her family now. One very cool thing that has been established is Stellan’s name gallery, which is a collection of photos from readers around the world featuring Stellan’s name somehow. I’ve discussed doing this with my friend, Amanda, and we are planning on doing something with all our babies later in the week when we get together, but as I was doing baths tonight, (yes, yes, in the plastic tub on the kitchen counter), I realized I had a good way of spelling out his name right in front of me.
The letter/number bath toys that we have were all over the place; I probably only had half of them in the tub in front of me, the other half were in the big tub from the other day. I couldn’t go hunting for them because Ben was already in the tub.. I was able to find found the letters I needed, except the “T”, and I was disappointed because I thought we weren’t going to be able to do it. I figured “oh, well, I’ll just wait till later this week…” And then out of nowhere, Ben handed me the “T”. Kinda like “Oh… is this what you were looking for?”
Thinkin’ of you, Stellan.