Monday, November 30, 2009
while playing with tristan's newly acquired hand-me-down "tato heads" this morning, tristan was dressing mrs. potato head up to go grocery shopping. this is what she looked like.
me: tristan, you put a mustache on the mommy potato, the mustache is supposed to go on the daddy potato.
tristan: no. mustache on MOMMY tato head.
me: honey, mommy's don't have mustaches; daddy's do.
tristan: (about 2 inches away from my face and peering intently at my upper lip) yes, mommy, you DOES have mustache.
yeah, i guess i sort of walked into that one. time for miss sally hansen to work her magic again.
well, my little big boy has turned the corner and is officially getting better! the 4th antibiotic (which was administered via 2 shots in his legs) must be working because last night was the first night in 5 days that he didn't wake up screaming in pain. we go back to the doctor today to make sure that the infection is improving. if it isn't he has to get 2 more shots, but i'm pretty sure he won't need those. i am SO relieved after all that he's been through to finally see my little boy almost back to his normal self. when josh picked up his last prescription at the pharmacy this morning, he brought tristan home a little gift for being such a trooper: army men. yes, they ALL have guns and i don't really know how i feel about that, but josh played with gun-laden army men when he was a boy and he didn't turn out half bad. so tristan is setting them all up and notices that some of them have extra appendages of sorts hanging off of them here and there. tristan kept bringing these poor soldiers to josh for plastic surgery and, after snipping quite the large brain tumor off of one green little guy, josh commented "wow, these soldiers must have been fighting near chernobyl." this, for some reason struck me as super funny and i could not stop snorting.
so we are all a happy family once again, the four of us humans, plus a mrs. potato head in need of a wax job and green army guys who are thrilled to be looking normal again.