I keep praying that maybe somehow this can all work out without the surgery. But that's not very realistic and I know it. It's hard to be so far away, there's absolutely nothing I can do but provide moral support over the telephone. It's very frustrating, and at times overwhelming. But I know that it would not be good for J to be in that environment, with sick people and germs.
I'm still here, still scrapbooking. Getting things ready for the end of the month. I know it's been slim pick'ns here on the blog, but I ask for your patience for just a little while longer. I really appreciate everyone who stops by and leaves encouragement or just makes me laugh.I'm trying to think of all the things next week that need to get done this weekend, before the onslaught of people invade this town for the inauguration. They are expecting at least 2 million, this is an improvement over the 50 million they thought were coming. But in a town know for already having too many people and too much traffic, it's overwhelming to think about. We have no plans other than to stay home and avoid the crowds. J is obsessed with Ratatouille, a movie my mom got him for Christmas. And I never would have guessed it from a little man that doesn't say too much, he told me he loves me for the first time this week. He said it while I was getting him out of the highchair, just threw his arms around me and said "Wuv you mum." What a sweetheart, and he really has been so good these past few days. I really do love this age. Happy Friday everyone!