In which we discuss matters of the family.
Rockford has been having trouble with his eyes for awhile now. In addition to their usual twitchy-ness, they’ve been really dry and generally uncomfortable. So we sent him to the eye doctor, who (not surprisingly) determined that he needed glasses.
He swears he wasn’t thinking of The Doctor when he chose his frames. I do not believe him. Do you?
My Aunt Judy’s liver and kidneys are failing, and the doctors’ tests haven’t found a reason yet. She’s been in her local hospital since last week.
A few things about Aunt Judy:
They may be sending her to a bigger, farther-from-home facility soon. Please pray for her comfort and recovery and for peace of mind for her husband and kids.
Poppy’s language skills have really blossomed over the last few months. She’s putting together relatively complex sentences, and it’s so much fun to have actual conversations with her.
We had this exchange this morning, shortly after she got out of bed:
Poppy: I saw Daddy!
Nichole: Where did you see him?
P: I saw Daddy playing in the park. That sounds like fun, playing with
Daddy.
She tells me little stories like that pretty often in the mornings; I think she might be remembering her dreams. Then again, she yelled, “I see penguins! Blue penguins!” yesterday as we pulled into the grocery store parking lot. (Note to self: Ask pediatrician about toddler hallucinations.)
She’s starting to talk to Pete, too. Usually she just repeats things she’s heard me say, like “You’re just fine, little fella.” Earlier today, though, she branched out. Pete was on his play-mat, giving his wee little lungs a workout. Poppy glanced down at him as she walked by and said, “That’s a lot of fussing, baby Pete!” Then she picked up his pacifier and took off with it, leaving a still-crying brother and a stream of mischievous giggles in her wake.