Where Do I Begin?

Those aren't the words you necessarily want to hear from a doctor. Those are the exact words we heard from Lucy's opthamologist on Tuesday. We went to a regular check up expecting to hear what we always hear. "Every thing is fine and we'll see you in 6 months." Instead, he rolled around in his chair and said, "Where do I begin?" He told me three things. 1- There are no complications from her JRA. 2- She has a astigmatism and needs glasses 3- Her nerves are elevated and her blood vessels are enlarged and scattered. He continued to explain that a blood clot could be causing this. That's when the tears started. He wanted her to go to Children's the next day so that he could do an ultrasound on her eye to measure the fluid. If the fluid was normal then it wouldn't be such an emergency but if it was increase then she would need to get a MRI right away and possibly a spinal tap.
It was a difficult night. We were both so worried.
On Wednesday we headed to Children's. Lucy actually cheered when we told her we were going back to the eye doctor. As we sat in the waiting room the doctor was the one who came to get us. In all the appointments I've been to I don't think that has ever happened. He takes us back and the ultrasound goes much smoother than I thought it would. Once it was over and the doctor made all his notes (which felt like forever). He rolled around and said the words we wanted to hear. Her fluid levels are normal so maybe this is just the way her eyes are... "my concerns are greatly reduced." Those where his words on Wednesday. Insert sigh of relief. He took pictures of her eye and then we headed over to get glasses. He is still sending us for an MRI to make sure things are ok. She is going to look super cute in her new specs. I'll post pictures.

Ian is 2

Well, I like to do this on the kids actual birthday but better late than never. So sorry my 3rd child.

It feels so long ago that he was that tiny baby. When he would just curl up in a ball and fit on my chest. I can't believe he is two. I just told Kevin the other day that he really isn't "Baby Ian" any more. He is talking so much and loves to play like his big brother and sister. He still loves to climb but does a pretty good job at getting himself down. He has finally learned the entire pattern for a knock- knock joke. He started with just "Knock, knock" and has progressed to all the parts. The punch line is always, "On head" thanks to Simon.

He loves animals. He got a bucket of farm animal for his birthday and could have cared less about opening another present. He is a pretty good eater not real adventurous but he does well. He still loves to cuddle. One of his favorite games is for himself or others to pretend to sleep and then wake up at a cock-a-doodle-doo. He loves to books. He is the cutest pouter! I smile every time. He puts his head down, crosses his arms, and makes this little "humph" sound (thanks to Lucy). It the cutest thing I've ever seen.

Sometimes, I wouldn't mind if they could stay just the way they are forever. There is so much good at each stage. It's hard to soak it up before it's gone.

November

My goal is to post at least once a week. (Kevin made the Oct daily goal) Working full time has been making it more difficult to keep this up dated. Once the kids get to bed and everything is clean I have no patience for our slow computer. I hate that I haven't been keeping up. It's taken a day when we are all home sick to finally take the time.

Here's some pics from our fall.

Trick or Treat with a fire fighter, a monkey, and a princess.

Leaves

Pumpkins