Travis's last T-ball game was this past week. Overall an enjoyable season, looking forward to next year. Travis loved loved loved his trophy, and we put it in his bedroom on the shelf so that a) Noah couldn't reach it (priority number one), and b) he can see it every night as he goes to sleep.
Last week Ben had an endoscopy to determine if there were any digestive / gastrointestinal problems we should be worried about. Doc says everything looks good, but as it turns out, we did determine that Ben is an animal when it comes to foreign objects being shoved down his throat against his will. They gave him a mild sedative, as per standard operating procedure, to relax him. I think what it actually did was take him to an alternate reality where he didn't really know what was going on, so he fought the process tooth and nail. Doc gave him five times the amount of sedative that he gives normal patients, and still barely got the job done.
So, they come get me, and on the way back to his recovery bed, the doctor is telling me about this trial and tribulation. We walk into the room where Ben is snoring loudly and the nurse casually mentions that he's sleeping. The doc actually rolled and his eyes, snorted, and said, "yeah, now he's sleeping..." I think it was quite the stressful ordeal for the poor doctor, thank goodness we (the collective we, I mean) pay him the big bucks.
At any rate, Ben finally, slowly, wakes up... and is as loopy as a can of peas. He kept trying to pretend like he didn't know who I was, and at one point said "I hope my wife doesn't show up". He also tried to pretend like he was 100% in charge of his mental faculties, which he most assuredly was not. Then on the way home, he asked about 40 times (I kid you not) about how the procedure went, did they have to biopsy anything, what did they find, etc. I finally just stopped answering him and totally ignored him.. he'd get a little cranky but in about 30 seconds would totally forget that he even asked me a question, so it was all good.
And of course, while on that car trip home, while Ben was at his loopiest, I got a call from the car dealer with the results of their diagnostics on the Mountaineer. I'm a fairly intelligent person, and don't really fit into any of those girly stereotypes... except that when it comes to car troubles, I'm about as ignorant as they come. So this mechanic is rattling off crap about computer upgrades, and rotor problems, and tire circumferences, and meanwhile my mechanically-inclined husband is all but drooling in the passenger seat. So I played the dumb wife card, pretty accurate in this case, and said we'd call them back in the morning when my better half could speak in full sentences again.
Other weekend news, we went to a party at a friends house with the biggest slip and slide I've ever seen.
Ben and I had fun too.
On the way home, we picked up some sparklers from a random fireworks store and played with fire before the kids went to bed. They loved it.
Finally, on Sunday, we went to the water playground, which Travis loved and Noah was somewhat conflicted about. He is still grappling with his feelings about water, in general. Overall I think he enjoyed himself.
Sophie in her adorable swimsuit....
That's about all the news I have. Fourth of July weekend coming up, sounds like we'll be heading to the lake and then possibly a trip to Indy to catch up with some friends.
Out.
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