It rained its brains out today. Two and a half inches in the rain gauge! So much water is rather creepy after my recent dream of flooding and drowning, especially in light of my DAD'S dream this week.
We were on the Titanic. Great.
However, things are looking up. Junior used his first sign today! Himself was in the other room, and Little Himself started scanning for him. Where's Daddy?
Up to the forehead goes a little hand. Out stretch four tiny fingers while big blue eyes focus on my face.
"What's up, little man? You want your daddy?"
A big grin, kicking feet, and a repeat of the gesture.
"Alright, then. Hey, Daddy! Somebody wants you!"
Daddy enters the room and is greeted with many giggles. It is the highlight of his day, as Daddy must then head for minor surgery. This is much less fun. Himself has been completely deaf in his right ear for two months, thanks to a monster ear infection. Two courses of powerful antibiotics failed to clear up the problem, and his timpanic membrane was so, well, I guess impacted would be the word, that sound didn't even register. The ear-nose-throat dude did a little carving and suction (which indeed sucked, according to Himself). Now we wait to see if the inflammation goes down and hearing is restored.
Then we put the baby monitor on his side of the bed.
Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh!