It's going to be 90 and humid this weekend, and we'll undoubtedly be at the beach, but I won't be able to go in the water any higher than my waist, per my doctor's orders. I spent my afternoon undergoing a stereotactic (needle) biopsy of an area of calcification found on a recent mammogram. I'll spare you the gory details, but basically it was the equivalent of a nearly 90-minute-long mammogram with the added bonus of having a needle shot into my breast. ("Shot" was their term, not mine, but it was unfortunately rather accurate).
I'm very glad that part of it is over, except that now I have the other part - the dreaded wait for results. I should get results by Tuesday, which isn't that long, but also isn't nearly soon enough. Despite hearing again and again how "most of these things are totally benign," I can't help but be nervous. Waiting is not something I like to do. I'm trying not to even think about the possibility that it's not benign, because those just aren't thoughts I want to devote any energy to right now.
Physically, I'm feeling ok. Sore, but ok. I'm more emotionally drained than anything. But thankfully I only have to refrain from strenuous activities for 24 hours, which means I'll be able to go out for my run on Saturday morning. I know it may sound crazy for me to be thinking about that right now, but really, the thought of getting out for a run is one of the things that instantly makes me feel better. Running keeps me sane and centered, and I'm so thankful that I am close enough to my shin being healed that I can get back out there again this weekend. Especially since swimming is off limits until Wednesday.
To move on to happier things, though, the boys have been, and I'm sure will continue to provide endless distraction and entertainment for me through this waiting period.
When I was putting Gabe to bed last night, he asked me to sing him a song. Lately I've been singing him "Twinkle Twinkle" every night at bedtime, so I asked him if he wanted me to sing that. But instead he said he wanted me to sing "Itsy Bitsy Dinosaur." So, with him giggling the whole time, I sang "Itsy Bitsy Dinosaur" to him. He thought it was the funniest thing. It's nice that kids are so easily amused : )
Yesterday Dante woke up from his nap before Gabe woke up, and I got him out of his crib and sat on the chair with him. Usually he'd just squirm right out of my arms and take off running, but yesterday he sat with me and hugged me, and it was the most wonderful thing in the world. My babies aren't babies anymore, so those quite moments of cuddling are becoming more and more rare, and I cherish them that much more when they do happen.
Dante also learned a new word yesterday. He hit his head on something, and I said "Oh, did you hit your head? Ouch!" So the whole time we were reading books before bed last night, he was hitting himself on the head and saying "OW!" Gabe of course thought this was absolutely hysterical, and was laughing his head off, which of course gave Dante that much more motivation to keep doing it....
Speaking of Dante's speaking - or lack thereof - he had his first Early Intervention appt. yesterday and it went well. She's certain he'll qualify for services for a speech delay, but she also said that she thinks he'll do great once they start working with him, because he seems totally on track in all other areas. So I'm looking forward to getting started with that. She was impressed with his signing, too, and said we should definitely keep that up.
One of the books we've been reading the past few nights is this - the first page is '10 kisses on baby toes,' then '9 kisses on baby's feet,' then '8 kisses on baby's nose,' etc., etc. Dante loves it, because he likes to point to each body part - especially the page about baby's ears. And last night, as I was reading it, Gabe was leaning over and kissing Dante's toes, and his nose, and his ears. Seriously, how unbelievably cute is that?!
And yet another classic Gabe-ism. Apparently while I was in Chicago two Fridays ago and Scott's dad was watching the boys, there was some sort of little incident, and Gabe was putting on a big show with crocodile tears and fake crying, and Scott came out of his office to see what was going on. So Scott's dad said quietly to Scott "He's fine - there's no tears in his eyes." But I guess he didn't say it quietly enough, because Gabe interjected with "Daddy, there ARE tears in my eyes!" And last night, Dante accidentally drove a truck over Gabe's hand, and Gabe started up again with the crocodile tears, and before I could even say anything, he looked at me with a big pout on his face and said "There are tears in my eyes."
One last thing before I sign off to watch The Office - Santa brought the boys a train table and trains last Christmas, and it's one of their favorite toys, but a few months ago, we started having a problem. Dante likes to pull the tracks apart and throw them all over the living room, which is very upsetting to Gabe, because he wants to actually drive the trains on the tracks. And it's very upsetting to me, because I'm the one who ends up constantly having to reassemble the tracks and calm Gabe down.
We tried gluing the tracks to the table, but that didn't stop Dante. He still managed to pull them off. We reglued a few times, but we were starting to get some major glue buildup on the tracks, and now instead of having to just reassemble the tracks, I was having to reassemble them and glue them down to the table. So we decided to take more drastic measures, and all of the tracks are now firmly screwed into the train table. There's an area of track in the middle that I didn't screw down, so that they have some loose track to play with and rearrange, but the outer tracks are not going anywhere.
And if by some chance Dante does manage to pull out the pieces that are screwed in, then I will officially surrender - and I'll be on the lookout for a toddler bodybuilding contest, because any child (or adult, for that matter) who can take off those tracks without the use of a screwdriver is possessed of some freakish strength.