I’m taking a day off writing about my daughter’s eyes. I don’t have any substantially new information to report but when I do, I’ll report here in detail. For tonight, let’s talk about my esophagus.
I’ve had two spinal fusions from C5-C7, the first one anterior in which a butterfly plate was put in the front area of my spine and the second posterior, which consists of two metal bars in the back of my spine. All this extra metal including the accompanying screws is behind my esophagus, resulting in that same area being pushed forward a bit more than the rest.
For years (the fusions were in 2005 and 2006) there was no noticeable side effects but in the last few I’ve had swallowing issues. I was concerned there was something wrong and ultimately had a scope done to verify. The good news is there’s nothing wrong. The interesting news is your esophagus doesn’t have to be straight to function. And mine has a hitch in it.
That irregularity has left a shelf on which food gets stuck. The number one thing being apple—and I eat a lot of apples. Getting something unstuck has been an ongoing research project with no definitive results yet in. It’s too far down to cough back up so I end up moving my throat around, swallowing hard, drinking liquids, making myself cough from the discomfort not to mention other unpleasant sounds. But so far nothing is consistent.
Then yesterday I was looking to the extreme right (or as far as I can turn right with my fused neck) and when I swallowed the food unlodged and went down. Could the solution be that simple? I can’t get things stuck on demand, so it’s going to take some time to verify if I do have an easy out in the future. But I’m hopeful.
The Big Boy Update: We ate at our new favorite Mexican restaurant tonight. My son informed us, “salsa and guacamole together are super powerful.”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter was at a park today, attending two birthday parties. I was pushing her on the tire swing when she sighed and said, “my oh my it’s a wonderful day.” I agreed. It was.
Sunday, April 30, 2017
Saturday, April 29, 2017
Family Day Trip
We drove an hour-and-a-half today to visit my cousin (whom we call “Aunt” to our children) and her family. My children love their Aunt Rebecca, Uncle Dale and Cousin Olivia. My parents went with us and we had a smooth drive, excepting some bickering from the small ones in the third row. We had been scheduling this get-together for several months, had last-minute cancellation due to illness (my daughter) but today was the day.
It also happened to be Uncle Dale’s birthday, which everyone was glad to celebrate with pizza and ice cream sandwiches. My children’s favorite part I think was playing with Olivia on her Floof pillow. Think of it as a memory foam version of a bean bag chair that fits three people. They took trip after trip to find stuffed animals and brought them down to the basement for the Floof-based games they were playing.
The adults all had a chance to catch up and see their new house, which looks like it was made for them. We got to see Olivia’s swimming medals and trophies and her new Venice-styled bedroom which is pretty much my kind of style.
We left with two tired children, both happily eating a bag of snacks Aunt Rebecca gave them. They were asleep before we got on the highway, something that hasn’t happened for a long time. I told Aunt Rebecca, Uncle Dale and Olivia we’d like to come back, and since the children had such a fun time, we’d be glad to leave them there for a weekend…
The Big Boy Update: My son was talking to Aunt Rebecca today who is four years my senior and a person I always looked up to as we grew up. My son said, “why do you look so young?” Aunt Rebecca told him that made her feel very happy and that ladies always liked hearing comments like that. But my son wasn’t done. Next he said, “why do you look younger than my mom?”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Vocabulary lesson tonight. My daughter is “aphakic”. This means she has no natural lenses in her eyes. Having no lenses doesn’t mean you can’t see, it just means you need glasses or contacts with a significant prescription.
It also happened to be Uncle Dale’s birthday, which everyone was glad to celebrate with pizza and ice cream sandwiches. My children’s favorite part I think was playing with Olivia on her Floof pillow. Think of it as a memory foam version of a bean bag chair that fits three people. They took trip after trip to find stuffed animals and brought them down to the basement for the Floof-based games they were playing.
The adults all had a chance to catch up and see their new house, which looks like it was made for them. We got to see Olivia’s swimming medals and trophies and her new Venice-styled bedroom which is pretty much my kind of style.
We left with two tired children, both happily eating a bag of snacks Aunt Rebecca gave them. They were asleep before we got on the highway, something that hasn’t happened for a long time. I told Aunt Rebecca, Uncle Dale and Olivia we’d like to come back, and since the children had such a fun time, we’d be glad to leave them there for a weekend…
The Big Boy Update: My son was talking to Aunt Rebecca today who is four years my senior and a person I always looked up to as we grew up. My son said, “why do you look so young?” Aunt Rebecca told him that made her feel very happy and that ladies always liked hearing comments like that. But my son wasn’t done. Next he said, “why do you look younger than my mom?”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Vocabulary lesson tonight. My daughter is “aphakic”. This means she has no natural lenses in her eyes. Having no lenses doesn’t mean you can’t see, it just means you need glasses or contacts with a significant prescription.
Friday, April 28, 2017
Refractionless
I don’t think that’s a word, “refractionless”, but I don’t particularly feel like being a slave to the English language right now, so I’m using it. Today we took my daughter for a follow-up visit to see how things were going after the surgery. You might remember from last week my daughter being completely unwilling to open her eyes, even with four of us holding her down, just so the doctor could get a quick look in to ensure there was nothing amiss after surgery.
I’d talked to my daughter about today, telling her she was going to look into a little machine that would have a red light to stare at and we were hoping she could do it so we could get her more accurate glasses. She seemed happy to be going to the eye doctor, but for some reason when Dr. Grace came in, she suddenly got shy.
There was some whining, a lot of wanting to hide her face and touch her eyes and mostly not a lot of looking so the doctor could see. She wasn’t able to get an accurate pressure on either eye which she was hoping to do because she’d added Healon to both eyes to increase their pressure. She touched them with her fingers on her closed lid and said they didn’t feel that firm, but she was probably okay.
If you want to do the test she did on your own eye, it’s easy and safe to do. Just close your eyelid and gently press on your eyeball with your finger. It should feel like a very firm, crisp grape. That’s because the pressure in your eyes is normal. The pressure is holding up the internal structures of your eye. Eyes need some pressure. Too much pressure can cause damage to the eye as well, as many people with Glaucoma well know. My daughter’s eyes don’t feel like a firm grape, they feel like an old grape that’s gone a bit soft after being left in the back of the refrigerator for too long. That’s what low pressure feels like.
There was also the refraction we were hoping to get. Dr. Grace was able to get enough of a look at her eyes to not have any concerns, but she couldn’t get a steady enough look to get an idea what prescription she actually has for her eyes.
We’re coming back in two weeks and hope to try again.
The Big Boy Update: My son told his teacher he wanted to invent a time machine. She asked him where he would go on his first trip? He said without hesitation, “1977, so I can see dad as a baby.”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Can my daughter see faces? I can’t really tell yet. There is a lot of her vision that’s still a mystery. I would love it if she could see what we look like.
I’d talked to my daughter about today, telling her she was going to look into a little machine that would have a red light to stare at and we were hoping she could do it so we could get her more accurate glasses. She seemed happy to be going to the eye doctor, but for some reason when Dr. Grace came in, she suddenly got shy.
There was some whining, a lot of wanting to hide her face and touch her eyes and mostly not a lot of looking so the doctor could see. She wasn’t able to get an accurate pressure on either eye which she was hoping to do because she’d added Healon to both eyes to increase their pressure. She touched them with her fingers on her closed lid and said they didn’t feel that firm, but she was probably okay.
If you want to do the test she did on your own eye, it’s easy and safe to do. Just close your eyelid and gently press on your eyeball with your finger. It should feel like a very firm, crisp grape. That’s because the pressure in your eyes is normal. The pressure is holding up the internal structures of your eye. Eyes need some pressure. Too much pressure can cause damage to the eye as well, as many people with Glaucoma well know. My daughter’s eyes don’t feel like a firm grape, they feel like an old grape that’s gone a bit soft after being left in the back of the refrigerator for too long. That’s what low pressure feels like.
There was also the refraction we were hoping to get. Dr. Grace was able to get enough of a look at her eyes to not have any concerns, but she couldn’t get a steady enough look to get an idea what prescription she actually has for her eyes.
We’re coming back in two weeks and hope to try again.
The Big Boy Update: My son told his teacher he wanted to invent a time machine. She asked him where he would go on his first trip? He said without hesitation, “1977, so I can see dad as a baby.”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Can my daughter see faces? I can’t really tell yet. There is a lot of her vision that’s still a mystery. I would love it if she could see what we look like.
Thursday, April 27, 2017
To See or Not to See
My daughter can see—her eye is open post-surgery, but that doesn’t mean she can see like the rest of us can see. I’ve been getting updates from her Visual Impairment teacher and it’s not great news. That doesn’t mean it won’t be better news when we get her lenses that match her actual refraction, but for now it’s not great.
She isn’t able to discern letters on a page, even at 48 point font. She cried today (a first) when she worked with Raffaella and is sad because she can’t see what she could even in a clouded visual state before the necessary surgery. But we’re still hopeful.
She prefers the “blue glasses” but I’m not sure those are the best prescription for her. We think she likes them because the frames are blue. But we have to go with what she likes for now.
Tomorrow we have a slight chance of getting a refraction at her post-op follow-up appointment. Maybe, maybe we’ll know more then. For now, she’s working with what she has and we’re trying to help her through her limited sighted world as best we can.
The Big Boy Update: We were talking about favorite colors in the car on the way home from school today. My daughter’s favorite color for as long as she’s had a preference has been green. For some reason today my son switched from blue an orange to green. I asked them if they knew what my favorite color was, knowing they’d been told many times how I liked orange. My son, with complete confidence informed me, “I know what your favorite color is mom, it’s tan”.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: There was a brief period tonight when my daughter had her iPad. The television show she wanted wasn’t playing for some reason. I told her I couldn’t help as I was in the middle of something else. A few minutes later she called out from the other room, “I know what the problem is, mom––the internet has gone crazy”
She isn’t able to discern letters on a page, even at 48 point font. She cried today (a first) when she worked with Raffaella and is sad because she can’t see what she could even in a clouded visual state before the necessary surgery. But we’re still hopeful.
She prefers the “blue glasses” but I’m not sure those are the best prescription for her. We think she likes them because the frames are blue. But we have to go with what she likes for now.
Tomorrow we have a slight chance of getting a refraction at her post-op follow-up appointment. Maybe, maybe we’ll know more then. For now, she’s working with what she has and we’re trying to help her through her limited sighted world as best we can.
The Big Boy Update: We were talking about favorite colors in the car on the way home from school today. My daughter’s favorite color for as long as she’s had a preference has been green. For some reason today my son switched from blue an orange to green. I asked them if they knew what my favorite color was, knowing they’d been told many times how I liked orange. My son, with complete confidence informed me, “I know what your favorite color is mom, it’s tan”.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: There was a brief period tonight when my daughter had her iPad. The television show she wanted wasn’t playing for some reason. I told her I couldn’t help as I was in the middle of something else. A few minutes later she called out from the other room, “I know what the problem is, mom––the internet has gone crazy”
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Cleaning the Glasses
This morning my daughter came downstairs and got on the bed. Yesterday when she first opened her eyes she was on our bed and after looking at me and giggling, she looked down at the patterned comforter and told me she could see some of the patterns and started tracing lines with her finger. This morning she said sadly, “mom, I can only see white on the bed today.”
I was groggy, but this concerned me so I told her her eyes might not be awake yet and to give it a minute. As I rolled over she suddenly said, “oh, I was looking in the wrong place.” She had been looking at the white sheet instead of the dark comforter. So good news she could still see, but do you get a little understanding here that while she can see some things, there is a heck of a lot she’s not visually able to discern.
Next she told me there was, “some gloop” in her eye and when I told her to be gentle with her eyes (she’s still post-surgical and healing) she decided to dab some water in her eyes to clear them up. And then she said something she’s never said before, “I think it’s time to clean my glasses. they’re a little dirty.”
She has glasses cleaner and a special pincer cleaning tool she can use and be successful with all by herself and she remembered where it was in the drawer in the bathroom. She took about five minutes, making sure her glasses were completely clean and then decided she most definitely needed breakfast.
She went to school today and worked with one of her Visual Impairment (VI) teachers. I had alerted her that we’d be sending in all three pair of her glasses and if she could help us on what my daughter was seeing or which pair of glasses worked best to please let us know.
When I picked the children up my daughter seemed largely unfazed about her return to school. When I asked her though it did turn out she and Raffaella had been testing out the glasses. She said the blue pair (+22) were good for reading and the new pink pair (+17) were good for other stuff. She wasn’t sure, but the old pink pair (+12) might be good for playing outside, only it was too sunny so she had to wear her old sunglasses (+4.5) and did the best she could with those.
The Big Boy Update: My son got into an argument with his sister while my mother was over today. I wasn’t sure, but I thought it might be because Mimi was paying a lot of attention to his sister, and less to him. The fact that Mimi was protecting and watching out for my daughter due to her lack of vision and recent surgery wasn’t something I think he realized. When we figured that out we had him ask Mimi if she would play with him when she was available. Of course she said she would love to and in short order she came inside and had a nice, quiet play time just with him.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: When my daughter got in the car to come home from school, was she excited about going back to school and seeing her friends? No, not really. She wanted to tell me about the new braille book she borrowed about a circle. She was going to “read” it to us tonight at bedtime and then she had to take it back to school tomorrow because she could only borrow it for one day.
I was groggy, but this concerned me so I told her her eyes might not be awake yet and to give it a minute. As I rolled over she suddenly said, “oh, I was looking in the wrong place.” She had been looking at the white sheet instead of the dark comforter. So good news she could still see, but do you get a little understanding here that while she can see some things, there is a heck of a lot she’s not visually able to discern.
Next she told me there was, “some gloop” in her eye and when I told her to be gentle with her eyes (she’s still post-surgical and healing) she decided to dab some water in her eyes to clear them up. And then she said something she’s never said before, “I think it’s time to clean my glasses. they’re a little dirty.”
She has glasses cleaner and a special pincer cleaning tool she can use and be successful with all by herself and she remembered where it was in the drawer in the bathroom. She took about five minutes, making sure her glasses were completely clean and then decided she most definitely needed breakfast.
She went to school today and worked with one of her Visual Impairment (VI) teachers. I had alerted her that we’d be sending in all three pair of her glasses and if she could help us on what my daughter was seeing or which pair of glasses worked best to please let us know.
When I picked the children up my daughter seemed largely unfazed about her return to school. When I asked her though it did turn out she and Raffaella had been testing out the glasses. She said the blue pair (+22) were good for reading and the new pink pair (+17) were good for other stuff. She wasn’t sure, but the old pink pair (+12) might be good for playing outside, only it was too sunny so she had to wear her old sunglasses (+4.5) and did the best she could with those.
The Big Boy Update: My son got into an argument with his sister while my mother was over today. I wasn’t sure, but I thought it might be because Mimi was paying a lot of attention to his sister, and less to him. The fact that Mimi was protecting and watching out for my daughter due to her lack of vision and recent surgery wasn’t something I think he realized. When we figured that out we had him ask Mimi if she would play with him when she was available. Of course she said she would love to and in short order she came inside and had a nice, quiet play time just with him.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: When my daughter got in the car to come home from school, was she excited about going back to school and seeing her friends? No, not really. She wanted to tell me about the new braille book she borrowed about a circle. She was going to “read” it to us tonight at bedtime and then she had to take it back to school tomorrow because she could only borrow it for one day.
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
I Can See Everything
This is a good post. I’d even call it a breakthrough day. I was ecstatic, but honestly now I’m cautiously optimistic. The good news is my daughter has opened her eye and she can see things. She’s not fully sighted, but she can certainly see more than she could with her eye closed and we think she has the potential to see a lot more than she did pre-surgery. But let me go back a bit first…
We’ve been trying to get her to open her eye since surgery last Wednesday. She has been resistant, saying her eye was stinging and everything was infernally bright. The brightness seemed to abate over time but the stinging persisted. We were hoping to get a refraction done at her follow-up visit on Friday but in order to do so she would have to look into a machine and look at the red dot, keeping her eye still enough for the machine to take her measurements.
This morning I took her into our pantry, shut the door and in the complete dark shined a little red toy light on the floor and wall, asking her to look for it. I got screams and cries of, “it stings!” She was resistant to the point I gave up after a while. I messaged Dr. Grace and she sent back that it would be understandable if her eye stung because there was a stitch they put in that she might be feeling. The stitch would dissolve in short order and not to worry too much about complaints of stinging.
There was another sad thing that happened as well. My husband was talking to her, saying it was important to try and look so she could see which glasses helped more. My daughter didn’t want to look, saying, “I can’t see anything. This is what happened to my right eye.”
That comment gave me chills. That was my daughter effectively saying she thought the surgery had taken away her vision and she was watching it disappear just like her right eye had. I called her therapist with a rather urgent, “we need some guidance now” message. Then, just a few hours later, I’d suggested my daughter use the iPad and try to “peek” whenever she could. No pressure, I was sitting beside her working on the bed. And that’s when it happened.
Suddenly my daughter said, “when I go further away the iPad is smaller”. I looked up and she had her eye open. Completely open. I asked her if she could see and she was quite excited and said she could. We hugged, and then she started looking around on the bed. She could see the pattern in the comforter, she looked off the bed and said, “I see the laundry basket”. She then followed up with, “I see the clothes in the laundry basket, I’ve never seen that before.” She looked across the room and said, “I see the light switch. I see the wall through the door.” She was seeing at a distance, with apparently some level of clarity. And then the best comment of the day—she said, “I can see everything!”
I sent a franticly excited text to the play therapist saying, “Ignore last message, her eye is open and she can see!” I sent similar messages to her doctor, my husband and best friend. At this point I’m so used to bad news I think I was in shock and didn’t quite know how to take it. I think I should have been crying but I was in awe, watching her move around, watching her actually look at things at a distance.
My husband called and my daughter wanted to hold the phone and explain what she was seeing. She’s known there was a red hangup button on the phone before but today she said, “what are those other buttons on the phone?” She could see the small white outline buttons for mute, speakerphone, add call, FaceTime, etc. I explained each one and then asked if she wanted to FaceTime dad. She did and when his picture came up she said, “I can see your face!”
For the remainder of the day we’ve been having her try on the various glasses to see which prescription works best. That is still up in the air, but she seems to like the +17 pair the best. To put things in perspective though, while she can see, she’s not back to normal vision. She’s still quite visually impaired, but this is a very big improvement from what we can tell so far.
The Big Boy Update: My son explained to me, “I’m afraid of the water…because it’s wet.”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Her left eye is open and she can see. She’s excited about it and so are we. I’m not sure the day could have been any better for her and us.
We’ve been trying to get her to open her eye since surgery last Wednesday. She has been resistant, saying her eye was stinging and everything was infernally bright. The brightness seemed to abate over time but the stinging persisted. We were hoping to get a refraction done at her follow-up visit on Friday but in order to do so she would have to look into a machine and look at the red dot, keeping her eye still enough for the machine to take her measurements.
This morning I took her into our pantry, shut the door and in the complete dark shined a little red toy light on the floor and wall, asking her to look for it. I got screams and cries of, “it stings!” She was resistant to the point I gave up after a while. I messaged Dr. Grace and she sent back that it would be understandable if her eye stung because there was a stitch they put in that she might be feeling. The stitch would dissolve in short order and not to worry too much about complaints of stinging.
There was another sad thing that happened as well. My husband was talking to her, saying it was important to try and look so she could see which glasses helped more. My daughter didn’t want to look, saying, “I can’t see anything. This is what happened to my right eye.”
That comment gave me chills. That was my daughter effectively saying she thought the surgery had taken away her vision and she was watching it disappear just like her right eye had. I called her therapist with a rather urgent, “we need some guidance now” message. Then, just a few hours later, I’d suggested my daughter use the iPad and try to “peek” whenever she could. No pressure, I was sitting beside her working on the bed. And that’s when it happened.
Suddenly my daughter said, “when I go further away the iPad is smaller”. I looked up and she had her eye open. Completely open. I asked her if she could see and she was quite excited and said she could. We hugged, and then she started looking around on the bed. She could see the pattern in the comforter, she looked off the bed and said, “I see the laundry basket”. She then followed up with, “I see the clothes in the laundry basket, I’ve never seen that before.” She looked across the room and said, “I see the light switch. I see the wall through the door.” She was seeing at a distance, with apparently some level of clarity. And then the best comment of the day—she said, “I can see everything!”
I sent a franticly excited text to the play therapist saying, “Ignore last message, her eye is open and she can see!” I sent similar messages to her doctor, my husband and best friend. At this point I’m so used to bad news I think I was in shock and didn’t quite know how to take it. I think I should have been crying but I was in awe, watching her move around, watching her actually look at things at a distance.
My husband called and my daughter wanted to hold the phone and explain what she was seeing. She’s known there was a red hangup button on the phone before but today she said, “what are those other buttons on the phone?” She could see the small white outline buttons for mute, speakerphone, add call, FaceTime, etc. I explained each one and then asked if she wanted to FaceTime dad. She did and when his picture came up she said, “I can see your face!”
For the remainder of the day we’ve been having her try on the various glasses to see which prescription works best. That is still up in the air, but she seems to like the +17 pair the best. To put things in perspective though, while she can see, she’s not back to normal vision. She’s still quite visually impaired, but this is a very big improvement from what we can tell so far.
The Big Boy Update: My son explained to me, “I’m afraid of the water…because it’s wet.”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Her left eye is open and she can see. She’s excited about it and so are we. I’m not sure the day could have been any better for her and us.
Monday, April 24, 2017
Peanut
We are encouraging my daughter to open her eye. She doesn’t like it. She says it stings. She says it’s bright. She tells us she can only see yellow, or nothing, or black spots. The black spots one makes sense because she has a steroid injected into her eye that might present as black blobs for a bit. Whatever the reason, she’s not jumping back into the sighted world yet.
We wanted to get her out of the house today and decided to take her to lunch and then the pet store. Lunch went well with her ordering “just meatballs” and my husband and me questioning the judgement of, “yucky!” once the food arrived, but she liked her meal. The pet store next was a questionable adventure, one my husband thought I was a little misguided for suggesting.
I knew there would be fish (which she couldn’t see). I didn’t think there would be dogs, because that’s usually on adoption days on the weekend. I wasn’t sure what else they’d have but I was guessing some members of the rodent and avian families. There were gerbils, mice and hamsters but they were all asleep. There were birds, which flew around the cages quickly. My daughter asked me to take a picture of them so she could see up close. I did, only to have her barely glance at the phone, realizing she couldn’t see anything discernible with the changed vision in the bright light and her over-sensitive eyes. So we moved on.
Then we found the cats against the wall in the glass cages. She likes cats. Her brother is allergic, but she was interested in seeing them. There was one cat who wasn’t lounging. This cat was so interested in seeing her, he would follow her hand back and forth in front of the cage and wanted her to pet her something fierce.
My husband looked and the cat’s name was, Peanut, another thing my son is allergic to. My daughter thought this was the perfect name and wanted to meet Peanut. She wanted to play with Peanut and take Peanut home (of course). We read the documentation beside the cages which said, “interested in meeting one of our cats? Volunteers are here on Sunday, just go online, fill out this form and we’ll schedule a time for you to meet your potential new family member.
So we didn’t get to play with Peanut, but my daughter is still talking about her. She says we’re going to go back on Sunday so we can play with Peanut. We’ll see about that…
The Big Boy Tiny Girl Play Doh Update: We pulled down the play doh this afternoon when my son was home from school because it was something they could both be successful with. My husband and I tried not to worry too much about the mess and left the room as they were dumping the entire bin out. My son announced, “watch how I can make a mess!” which only furthered my prediction on the percentage of play doh on the floor versus table when they were done. They did indeed make a glorious mess, but they had a great time, bringing food item after food item for my husband and me to pretend eat for the next hour. On the whole, the mess was worth it.
We wanted to get her out of the house today and decided to take her to lunch and then the pet store. Lunch went well with her ordering “just meatballs” and my husband and me questioning the judgement of, “yucky!” once the food arrived, but she liked her meal. The pet store next was a questionable adventure, one my husband thought I was a little misguided for suggesting.
I knew there would be fish (which she couldn’t see). I didn’t think there would be dogs, because that’s usually on adoption days on the weekend. I wasn’t sure what else they’d have but I was guessing some members of the rodent and avian families. There were gerbils, mice and hamsters but they were all asleep. There were birds, which flew around the cages quickly. My daughter asked me to take a picture of them so she could see up close. I did, only to have her barely glance at the phone, realizing she couldn’t see anything discernible with the changed vision in the bright light and her over-sensitive eyes. So we moved on.
Then we found the cats against the wall in the glass cages. She likes cats. Her brother is allergic, but she was interested in seeing them. There was one cat who wasn’t lounging. This cat was so interested in seeing her, he would follow her hand back and forth in front of the cage and wanted her to pet her something fierce.
My husband looked and the cat’s name was, Peanut, another thing my son is allergic to. My daughter thought this was the perfect name and wanted to meet Peanut. She wanted to play with Peanut and take Peanut home (of course). We read the documentation beside the cages which said, “interested in meeting one of our cats? Volunteers are here on Sunday, just go online, fill out this form and we’ll schedule a time for you to meet your potential new family member.
So we didn’t get to play with Peanut, but my daughter is still talking about her. She says we’re going to go back on Sunday so we can play with Peanut. We’ll see about that…
The Big Boy Tiny Girl Play Doh Update: We pulled down the play doh this afternoon when my son was home from school because it was something they could both be successful with. My husband and I tried not to worry too much about the mess and left the room as they were dumping the entire bin out. My son announced, “watch how I can make a mess!” which only furthered my prediction on the percentage of play doh on the floor versus table when they were done. They did indeed make a glorious mess, but they had a great time, bringing food item after food item for my husband and me to pretend eat for the next hour. On the whole, the mess was worth it.
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