Thanks a lot, Cojo

May 5th, 2008

Last Friday, Kristi took a shower but didn’t fully dry her hair.  She was hurrying to get Graham deposited at school.  When she came out to the living room where the boys and I were playing, Graham said:

`Mommy, what happened to your hair?`

Nice.  If you didn’t get the Cojo reference, read this.

Surgery successful!

April 18th, 2008

Graham’s surgery was yesterday; he had his adenoids removed, new ear tubes put in, and a skin allergy test done.  We were supposed to be at the hospital at 8:15am for the 10:15am procedure.  The surgeons experienced some difficulty with their first patient of the day (thankfully no life-threatening complications or anything), so Graham’s procedure was delayed almost an hour and a half.  He was a very good boy and cute while were waiting.

About 10 minutes before they took him into the OR, the nurse gave Graham some medicine meant to relax him in order to reduce the anxiety that inevitably children feel.  It was mostly taking effect when they wheeled him away, but Kristi and I will never forget the sad look bordering betrayal on his face, and the tears starting to form as we said goodbye to him.  We were crushed!

In any case, the actual procedure took only 35 minutes and everything went well.  We talked to the doctor and were shortly summoned to recovery to be with him as he came out of the anesthesia.  Now, Graham doesn’t wake up well even from naps on a normal day, so (as we expected) he was really foul when he realized he was in the hospital and he had a pulse oxygen meter on his finger and an IV in his hand.  Yeah, not happy about that.

So it took him awhile to calm down, but then he finally ate 3 popsicles (2 red, 1 green) and could be discharged.  We had explained to Graham that he’d be going to sleep so the doctor could check his ears.  No need in telling him all about exactly what would happen.  We were sitting in his recovery room, rocking in a chair and he said, `Daddy!  The doctor forgot to check my ears!`  So thankfully, he didn’t remember anything at all.

As we snuggled and walked out of the hospital toward our car, he said `thanks for taking me to the hospital, Daddy…`  So we’re back to normal.  :-)

What you talkin’ bout, Woody?

April 4th, 2008

When I came back from my trip, I brought a 12 inch tall Woody doll from Toy Story back for Graham.  It has a pull string on his back which lets Woody say funny things from the movie, like `You’re my favorite deputy`, and `Yee-hah!` among other things.

Well, Graham was running around pulling the string, and then he said:

`There’s a STEAK in my boots!`

It took us awhile to figure out that Woody was saying, `There’s a snake in my boots`…  Heh, heh…

Forgive and forget

March 1st, 2008

Today Kristi was telling Graham that she was sorry for something that she had done (yes, I’m sure Graham was tragically wronged in some way), and he responded:

Mommy, I forget you. 

I’m getting on your what?

February 28th, 2008

The other day Graham was trying to tell me to stop doing something, and he (obviously) repeated something he heard someone else say:

Daddy, stop that! You’re getting on my nose!

I just laughed and laughed…