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moving along.

Greg's horrible no good very bad rotation is over! Hurrah! Actually it wasn't so bad this time.  We even got to go visit him at the hospital last Sunday. We walked into the hospital, following Greg through the sparkling corridors and bustling crowds, and wide-eyed Ray asked, "Daddy, this is where you work?" It was funny.  Maybe you had to be there. We played balloon volleyball and tag and hide and seek along the abandoned hallways and hospital rooms turned resident call rooms. It was awesome. They ate Cheerios. It was glorious. They discovered the cable tvs in the call rooms. Aaaahhhhhmaaaaazzziiiiiiiiiing!!! Jimmy's attitude is remarkable. He's all smiles and wogging around like he owns whatever place he's wogging around in. Ray has also taken him under his wing.  He swings back and forth between, "Mommy, look! I'm holding Jimmy's hand!" and "Ray! Let go of Jimmy's hand/arm/foot/head NOW!" Jimmy seems to enjoy all o

under quarantine.

The stomach bug has hit three of our tiny family of four. Greg started a new rotation this Monday.  His new hours are wake up at 4:30am and come home by 7ish... maybe. Sunday afternoon Ray came down with it and we all missed Mass.  He was sick through most of the night.  What did that mean for Greg? Like 3-4 hours of sleep. Monday Ray was better.  He didn't eat much, but he was back to his chipper self. We were even made it to the pool on Monday and Tuesday.   he wants to show you the ladybug on the stick Wednesday morning around 2:00am Jimmy got it. I went to bed around the time Greg got up for work.  Jimmy woke up not feeling well, but after two giant naps he was okay. Meanwhile, I felt like a sitting duck.  I'll spare you the details. I lost 5lbs in one day.  I'm over the worst of it. Thank you, Jesus! Anyway, we're quarantined to the house until I say we are all better. Great excuse for lots of tv and pajamas all day.   And sharing with yo

take 2th.

Or, "belated recap of last Thursday". We decided not to tell Ray what was going to happen until the night before.  We also let him know that he had a big surprise present waiting for him afterwards. How do you explain to your son, with his cheek still puffed up from gnawing on it while it was numb, that he's getting that same procedure done on the other side. Oh yeah, and getting his front four teeth pulled as well? From what I recall it went something like this: Me: "Ray, you know how some of your teeth are sick?" Ray: No response. Greg: Shuts off the tv. Me: "Ray, you know how some of your teeth are sick?" Ray: "Yes, Mommy." Me: "Well, tomorrow the dentist is going to take out the sick teeth so your other teeth will stay healthy." Ray: "Okay, Mommy.  Now can I watch my show?" Me: "Hang on. She's taking out the sick teeth and going to give you another pirate tooth. And you will get a big surprise fo

little victories.

Greg is officially done with night float. He laid aside his vampire cape and is finally sleeping during the night. And he is on his staycation. Yay! On Monday Ray was scheduled to get a pulpotomy ,a pulp cap, and a  stainless steel crown  on his first year molar. A big scary day in the life of Toni... ok ok, Ray too. A few days prior I explained to Ray that he was going to get a super strong pirate tooth (thanks for the idea, Joseph).  He thought about it, closed his eyes and nodded yes. Ray trooped in, his arms filled with his favorite animal friends, laid back on the chair and hugged his buddies throughout the whole thing. The nurse and dentist were very good with him, explaining everything to him before they proceeded. They set him up with the little laughing gas mask that covered his nose and he got to pick a movie to watch on the ceiling tv (Toy Story 3). By this time Jimmy had made it clear that there was no way he would behave.  As they were rubbing the numbing medicine