Today was my last day of work before a 2 week break. I love my job, but can I get a WOOT WOOT!
We made it through 2 1/2 months of a new family, a new job, and no time to breathe through the transitions.
We celebrated with a trip to see Santa at the mall. I think we may have overwhelmed him. His comment was, "Are they all yours?" I'm getting used to that one. I hear it a lot now. The boys were kind of hilarious with their Santa visit. Guy was ALL pumped up, but when Santa put him on his knee, he had a CLASSIC deer-in-the-headlights look- I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. Ian and Zeke stood close and went in for the high five, but that was all they trusted the big SC with. I asked Ian later if he thought that was the real Santa or a helper, and he said, "That was the real one. I got a good, close look at him." Chase nonchalantly walked by, and continued on to dive into the cotton snow on the other side of Santa's chair. He came back for the goodbyes and the candy canes, though.
I'm totally looking forward to some time with the kids- I have some cookies and some crafts, some science experiments for my little Mr. Wizard, and some new therapy stuff to try (hello oral motor therapy and sensory brushing techniques that I should have started 5 months ago).
Oh, and you know, the surgeries that begin tomorrow at 10am (Zeke) and then again on Friday at 8am (Chase and Zeke-ears). Second fun comment: the OR scheduler asked me if Zeke and Chase were twins, but just born on different days. Um, no. I was not in labor for 5 days. Hope they both recover quickly and have time to enjoy the break with the rest of us :/
Runner up funny comment: the receptionist who keeps calling to remind me of upcoming ENT appointments keeps calling Zeke, "Zeekey". Come on, lady! It's vowel-consonant-vowel! The silent e makes the first vowel say it's name! Classic phonics, people!