Babysitting

We volunteer to baby-sit as often as possible. This morning was another such morning. I had to go to work and Noah was in charge.

I'm in the bathroom getting ready and I hear him reading the rice cereal box to Charles, our ward for the morning. I started cracking up as Noah is explaining this to a 10-month old like he's a tiny adult. "Charles, you must not have any taste buds. This stuff is gross." Then I walk in on this:

And because I think it's funny, here's what our children will look like...

Up to Speed

Tonight Esther got married. I volunteered to:

*make the sash

*arrange the flowers

*drive Esther home from Wal-Mart at 2 a.m. the night before

*go to Wal-Mart again the next day--twice

*have Noah become kitchen manager

*have Noah make the guest book

*Etc.

Megan thinks I should stop volunteering so much.

In other news:

1. Because I got my gallbladder out I made this without fear of retribution besides a few extra pounds in my mid-section. Unfortunately, it turned out looking like the following, but it scored "best in show" at Noah's final for how tasty it was.

2. We went camping with our fantastic new tent I bought myself for my birthday(thanks to Ruth who said I COULD NOT spend it on my surgery). My logic is, we buy a tent we get a million cheap dates, (camping in the living room and in my front lawn are acceptable).

Teenagers

90% of teenagers communicate by yelling. Anytime I call anyone on my phone after getting off of work people ask me in a very confused voice, "Where are you?" That's because every single one of them is screaming at each other--even if they like each other.

Mail's Here

Today when the mail came I was elated. It was like being a little kid again. I begged to go get the mail when my mom deemed me old enough to cross the street on my own. Now, as an adult, junk mail is NOT exciting. However, today I got:

1 baby shower invite

1 wedding invite

A few ads

1 hospital bill

Now, you might not find that last item very exciting. I did. When the hospital called me and told me to have my gallbladder removed it would cost $10,000 I burst in to tears. The good news is, my surgery wasn't that much on the hospital's end! It was a glorious day. It was still steep, but not $10,000 and we still haven't found out about financial aid. I would say this is what I prayed for and the Lord already has answered my prayers. We still hope for the financial aid, but at least we won't be paying $10 a month for a hundred years to pay it off. :)

The Adventures Go on Forever

I'd like to start out by saying that when I sat down to write this my chair broke. It's now sitting in pieces beside me. Perhaps Noah will screw it back together, but for now I've got a bruised rear-end and a couple pieces of a chair.

I'd like to end by saying, Noah got hit by a car last night on his scooter. That would of course bring his scooter accidents to a total of two in the last two years he has owned a scooter. Last night he was rear-ended by a large SUV. He's fine, just sore I think. We'll see if injuries develop, but he's used to the usual scrapes and bruises from the studio. I have no idea how the scooter will come out of this.

So now the question is, what will come next?

P.S. Here is an excerpt of our conversation in bed last night.

Noah: Ow, ow, careful. (adjusts positions)

Becky: Ow, ow, ow, careful!

We're a bunch of gimps over here.

The Sleepover

I informed Noah last night that I would be sleeping on the couch. I couldn't handle sleeping on my back and not being propped up for another night (I normally sleep on my stomach. You have only to look at my last post to see why I can't do that). So Noah decided to sleep out in the living room with me in his sleeping bag. Thus, we decided to build a fort!

I felt this one was too classic.

Unfortunately, we had to take the fort down for actual sleeping. Noah had attached the roof to the light fixture and was concerned about breaking it. It was good while it lasted and I slept so well.

The Day I Got My Gallbladder Out

I'm alive!!! Esther was very concerned about it so I thought I'd let everyone know, just in case you're wondering.

I arrived there at 10:15 a.m. I begged the phlebotomist not to make me give blood, but he insisted it had to be done and he only had to do it once! Afterwards I got suited up in my little hospital gown. People complain, but let me tell you, it covered my rear-end AND there's a little nozzle that hooks in and fills pockets inside the gown with warm air. Talk about warm breezes in your britches. By the time they put the wraps on my legs to keep them from clotting (they expand with air one at a time, kind of like a blood pressure cuff, but it felt like a nice massage) I felt like a ninja.

I spent much of the morning waiting and crying. Thanks to Noah, I had a hand to wring whenever I was in pain. Linda, the nurse at the front took me on a little tour beforehand because she could tell I was nervous. Plus, she gave me a stuffed bear. It made me smile. She also told me a funny story when my vein blew trying to get the IV in.

I was waiting forever and couldn't figure out what was taking so long. Apparently, the guy before me had to be opened up completely and that made me a little nervous. Ok, it made me scared out of my mind. That was my greatest fear. By the time the anesthesiologist was done with him I was in tears and continued until they finally put me out.

I had been stuck with a needle 4 times, been cut open 4 times and Noah claims I woke up moaning. He could hear me through the door in the recovery room saying, "Ow, ow, ow, ow" and "I'm dying." In my head I'm pretty certain I thought I was saying, "Help, this really hurts. Please give me some pain medication." In the recovery room I got to eat and drink after 17 hours. I became a much more cooperative patient thereafter. :)

And now, I'm surprisingly cognizant. I have a hard time forming sentences, but mostly I'm content and little sore.

I'm a Mummy!

I told Noah last night after he tackled me for the third time that I was dead and was now a mummy. This is what he did: