Sixth set of tubes

We got it today. Another set of myringotomy tubes. This one is the first for Rose 1.4, and was the easiest so far. She came back from recovery sleepy, drugged-looking, but not hysterical as is the norm for the two older girls. And she never threw up.

So, it was a long, tiring day, but hopefully a productive one. Grandma hopes it will improve her balance and therefore her walking, which even after walking three weeks still looks like drunken wobbling. Spitz hopes she will now start to sleep through the night. (Ha! I'm dreaming of that, too. She has yet to EVER do that, even once. The other two started sleeping through the night routinely about now, but had at least done it periodically before this age. Not Rose. Not once.)

She wasn't allowed to breastfeed after midnight last night. I hadn't fully realized how often she searches for me and latches on in the night until I wasn't supposed to let her do it. We did not get much sleep last night. At all. Probably why I have a migraine this evening.

But it's done, and we can go on with life tomorrow. Fortunately, kids bounce back, and she'll seem just like normal tomorrow.

Ruth's birthday Ruth-isms

Ruth was on a role on the day of her 5th birthday. (Oh, can I say I can't believe it's been 2 months without a post?)

She asked as we walked along at the zoo: "Does mommy have more money than daddy?"

In response to my exclamation of "oh, my word!" as I passed a gas station whose price was 50 cents higher than 2 days before: "Maybe they just want to get rich."

Shoot. I know there was one more. That's the reason to write these things down. They just disappear out of your mind....