Holy God. It is snowing again. Will it ever stop? The weather reminds me of this movie they made us watch in elementary school, about a group of kids in the future or on another planet where it rained constantly. They were never allowed to go outside. Then, one day, miraculously, the rain stopped for a few minutes, and they all went outside, where flowers had instantly bloomed, and they played in a beautiful green field until it started dumping again. What the hell did they make us watch that movie for? I must be forgetting something. Anyway, my point is this: we are trapped in some sort of snow-filled purgatory.
The only thing that makes it not so bad is that our floors LOOK AMAZING. Holy crap, do they look good. I just keep staring, admiring them. Addie threw her stuffed bear on them yesterday and I dove for it, trying to catch hit before it hit the new floors. "Nooooooo...." Slow motion, the whole bit. I'm crazy.
When I'm wrong, I say I'm wrong. I was wrong. Addie was able to sit still for her CAT scan today. She went through the tube like such a big girl, licking her lips and drooling the whole time, but staying pretty darned still. My big girl. So glad we didn't have to get the anesthesia. We get the results from the test Monday, because doctors don't want to spoil us all by giving us information immediately, even when they have it. Right there. In front of them.
We are wondering what will be different after (if) she gets the surgery. Maybe no more drool spots, like the sweet one you see in the picture above (that's orange playdough she's stirring, by the way). Maybe she'll be able to taste food better, sleep better, feel better. Maybe there will be fewer tantrums? Or not. Maybe all of that is just who she is. But we're wondering.