It's going to be interesting to manage. He's been a very active boy since he was born, and we've encouraged them to run around and play a LOT: running around, and wrestling, and hitting baseballs, and riding bikes, and climbing, and doing stuff that little kids like to do. All of a sudden, that is going to come to a screeching halt, as there IS no running around. There's scooting on his butt, and there's hopping. He's going to be very, very good at hopping soon enough. We're all going to need to learn how to manage a reduced mobility as a family; when it's the kids and one grownup, suddenly Sandcastle and the Family Park are off the table.
I also don't want to think about changing diapers with a cast. Ugh.
I didn't get a chance to talk to Little Bear yet, about his second (now his third) day at camp. I'm wondering if the swimming stuff is going to make his camp experience better. I think it will, but it's hard to say. In the first couple of weeks of school last year, The Boy hit wall when it came to the full-day thing. His response, "I don't want to go to school any more. It's too long. I want to go back to Rodef Shalom." Little Bear is facing the same struggle right now. He's not used to being away from home for such a long time, and - being Mr. Sensitive - is struggling with it.
Yesterday morning, The Boy was playing my Lego Batman game on my phone. I'm a completionist when it comes to my games: I want to unlock everything, collect all the items, and everything like that. He's getting there, but he's learning how to do that. So, part of the game is collecting Lego Minikits - these little things that, when you get one, lets you unlock a particular character. There are five in each level, except for the last level, where there are three. I'm missing three of the 60 or so, in two different levels. He took my phone, started playing one of the levels in which I was still hunting, and promptly found one of the three minikits I couldn't find. To make matters more annoying (than being bested by a six year old), he spent 300,000 of my coins on a character that I had no intention of unlocking. I was saving for a special ability to find minikits.
Tonight, we're having a birthday party for The Baby. We've invited over a dozen families or so, give or take. We're having it from 6-8 tonight, and we're serving pizza bagels and tuna salad and fruit and cake. I don't think we have anything else planned, although we have lots of toys and lots of costumes and a half-dozen plastic baseballs with some bats. Plus a street that is good for riding bikes. It should be fun, albeit unconventional: how often does one have a birthday party without planned activities?
I mean, I'm sure there are going to be coloring books and stickers and sidewalk chalk (even though we don't have a sidewalk). I'm sure my wife has done some groundwork to have stuff prepared for the night; large groups of children without something to do are dangerous.
Hard to believe that it's already been three years. I remember our first trip to the hospital, on July 15 (his actual due date), at around midnight. They examined her and sent us home around 1 or 2AM, if memory serves. (No, I'm not going to back to review the blog. That's not as much fun.) What I remember clearly is stopping at Ritters Diner and eating pancakes on the way home. Those were really good pancakes. I also remember that The Baby was born about 45 minutes after we got to the hospital a few hours later; calling Grandma, "Are you guys settled in, yet?" "No, the baby was already born. Just squirted out, no fuss, no muss."
The Baby was not expected. He was, absolutely, a surprise (as was his older - not oldest - brother, to be honest). As has been proven over the last three years, it was a blessing and a magical, wonderful thing that has happened. The Baby looked and acted exactly like The Boy as an infant, but without the cancer and with blessed health. Watching him grow up has been a constant source of joy and pleasure and gives us a clue to the alternate universe, where the Wilms Tumor cells turned into kidney instead of cancer, and The Boy grew up cancer-free.
I wanted a big family, and we have one. I love the fact that, where ever I go, my kids have someone with which to play. They'll travel together through school and, hopefully, into life. They're going to be smart, talented, and brilliant young men.
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