I decided I may have been overdoing things a little with Sam lately so we took a couple of days off from haring around Atlanta becoming prey to his hectic social schedule and had a couple of days of self imposed hermitage in the house.
I’ve also not been sleeping terribly well lately, as evidenced by this late night entry brought on by baby Bea jumping up and down on my bladder and generally making me feel quite uncomfortable when I try to sleep at night. I got to take a few obviously well needed daytime naps over the last couple of days. I seem to be able to sleep much more soundly in the grasped afternoon moments when Sam is napping too. Dreams have been terribly vivid and crazy recently and I find myself immersed in dreams which continue the hours as if I am absolutely awake and carrying on with the day. On Tuesday I was woken from one such deep slumber by the phone ringing and once I had got over my disorientation I was pleased to find it was my folks calling. I had a nice lengthy chat with Mum and Dad and they helped put me back on hopefully an even keel again. As did Sam when he woke up mid conversation, wandered into the room, and interrupted all adult talk by deciding to blow raspberries on my tummy for baby Bea.
After wishing my folks goodnight the lack of air conditioning proved stifling and wished I could act on my Dad’s suggestion to go sit in a paddling pool. As if by magic I remembered that PWD had given us a pool at the end of last summer, and miraculously when I peered hopefully into the attic it was the first thing I spotted. I hauled it down, plopped it onto the front porch and tossed a couple of cold buckets of water, and the entire freezer tray of ice cubes into it. Sam thought it was marvelous. He splashed around in naked toddler delight, I put on my cossie and wallowed, and we both sucked on delicious ice lollies until Daddy came home and found us.
Wednesday evening was both fun and sorrowful as we held a girl’s night out to wish Jen good luck and farewell with her sudden unexpected departure to Chicago where her husband just landed himself a great job in theatre. I’m very excited for her but will miss her very much. It’s going to be sad not seeing Isabella at the park anymore.
We went to Decatur for a tasty noodle meal and then ended up crawling around the town in search of chocolate dessert. My fault entirely as I had seeded the need for afters in our minds but every menu we looked at only carried cake laden with nuts. No good at all. Eventually, after being seated at The Brickstore the waitress sent us packing with promise of cake, delicious cake, at coffee house Java Monkey. She was not wrong. We ended the evening tucking into huge portions of gateaux while Brandie had us in hysterics by totally lowering the tone of the conversation, and mortifying us (well, me) by including the staff in her potty themed ramblings.
Today I decided to brave the outside world with my barbarian toddler and take Sam to the pool once more. We went to meet Alyssa and Lucas at McKoy and after having promised an excited Sam that he would be going swimming were horrified to find it closed for a hygiene cleaning. Sam bawled and screamed as we drove back out of the car park. He didn’t understand at all. Luckily for him I knew about another public pool to visit and his tears dried up as soon as we turned onto Church Street and he spotted Glenlake Pool.
Although at first glance the pool isn’t as nice as the McKoy Pool I think I actually found it much easier to deal with Sam at Glenlake. The pool is a basic rectangular one with a toddler area roped off in the shallow end. It has no “beach access,” meaning you have to step right into a depth of around one and a half feet, but this meant that Sam was discouraged from running in and out, and all around the pool. Instead he clung to me uncertainly and gave me lots of lovely hugs and kisses before overcoming his anxiety and beginning to splash and play with Lucas.
A cute little girl was playing with her ball in the water and it took some coaxing to dissuade Sam from stealing her toy and hoarding it. Sharing encouraged by her Mum, trust grew between the girl and our boys and they were soon playing like friends and throwing the ball to each other happily. Sam had a great time and I was able to relax a little in the refreshing water myself. Much better. Weather permitting, we’re going to go back tomorrow afternoon.
Despite having such fun I also spent the day concerned and a little preoccupied as Quince was at the vets having an operation. You may remember I mentioned that he had had to go in for a teeth cleaning a couple of weeks ago after he developed terrible bad breath and was obviously experiencing pain in his mouth? Well, when the vet examined his teeth she ended up having to extract ten teeth. While doing this she also discovered a lump on his tongue and decided she ought to send it for biopsy. Bill and I were appalled when the result came back positive for cancer.
Today the vet worked to remove a larger portion around the lump to clear away any cancer cells there. She also took a couple of x-rays to determine whether the cancer had spread internally to any of his organs. Well, I’m happy to say that Quince is back with us this evening. He’s not in a very good state following his ordeal, but the x-rays were clear and showed no sign of the cancer having spread. We feel really lucky that hopefully we caught the lump early enough and our beloved Quincy is going to be just fine. Three cheers for Quincy!