The One Where I Just Go Off In A Million Directions

Been awhile since I blogged for blogging sake, without a specific motif in mind. I have a couple things to post about, none of which constitute a standalone post, so I'm just going to update lots of things in general

Shannon is setup for surgery on November 1st. We were hoping for a sooner surgery date, but they need to schedule two different surgeons for a whole day, so it had to be a bit longer. It works fine, just a long time to wait around. Still some uncertainty about how the cancer fight is doing, but she's fighting it hard, and there's still things to hope for, so we're continuing to hope, pray and fight. Some days, I'm downtrodden and get caught up in worries. But lately...something just feels better. Like something is reassuring me that we don't need to worry so much. I can't explain it, just lots of days where it almost feels this whole thing is starting to get behind us.

Noah is....every bit of a 3 year old. I love him, but he can really be a butt somedays. He routinely tells me he doesn't like me and wants me to go away. It hurts even though I know he doesn't really mean it. I know it's just him being three, but it gets tough to handle some most of the time. He doesn't act up at school, from what we can tell, so I won't complain much. He's a good kid. He went to a wedding on Saturday (Very proud that my kid experienced a same sex wedding at an early age), and that kid is a RIOT when he dances (See here). He's finally started on swim lessons. VERY cautious in the water, but he listens well.

Darcy is a major cutie. She smiles at EVERYONE. I am going to need a big ass shotgun....probably sooner rather than later. She can't sit up quite yet, but soon I can tell. Her weight and head have joined the "normal" world and are up to 25th percentile. Meanwhile, like Noah, her height is nearly off the charts.

Only two more pounds to lose to hit 50. I want that set of steak knives! I'm feeling thinner and though I don't notice any change when checking a mirror shirtless, I look thinner when dressed in clothes I think. I'm loving the progress I've made, because this is seriously so much more than I've ever done before. And it's such a big thing to hang my hat on. 210 isn't a good weight to be either, but 50 pounds off me probably added a year or two to my life, at least.

Remember my last post about Red Cross? So, I'm donating platelets. Friday. Super psyched to know I'm helping to save someone's life.

I'm getting back to my running strength, pre-blood donation. Shaved my time down to 10:30 per mile. I'm still running the Undy 5k, even though it's just 4 days after Shannon's surgery. Shannon told me I still had to run it. So you should either run it with me or donate or send it around. I bumped the team goal up to 1,000 after we smashed our last goal of 800. Friends of Shannon Hamilton Team Page

Since when did little man turn into a fraidy cat?

All of a sudden this week, Noah seems to be afraid of everything. Up until this point, he's had maybe one or two episodes where he got spooked by something, we couldn't figure out what, but sitting with him calmed him down...But then Mom had mentioned he's had a few times at daycare where he's been seemingly afraid of the ceiling fan in the room he naps in. For any of you who know, his first word was "round and round" because he likes watching fans. So, that was weird, but it only seemed to happen there...

Then Monday, everything seemed to hit the fan (no pun intended). Started out with a trip to Sakura. Noah LOVES them, especially "BIG FIRE". He calls it the fire place. So he was in a great mood, sitting in his high chair, eating soup. Chef comes over, starts setting up, lights the big fire...and Noah loses it. He immediately says "WANT TO GO BYE-BYE!!!!!!" Odd, but hey, a big puff of flame probably is a scary thing, so we calm him down. That night, we go up to his room for night night..."You okay then fan? YOU OKAY THE FAN???? I don't like my room!" At this point, I'm just dumbfounded. I turned the fan down, he seemed to be okay...weird.

On Wednesday, a new fear emerged...the shadow. Well, actually, it wasn't the shadow, but rather light coming through the back door. But since I don't know what to call that, it becomes shadow. This freaked Noah out, but I was able to mostly get over that one by taking him up to it and playing shadow games with it.

So yesterday, my stay at home day with him...he lost it big time. He discovered the front room, which was the office way back, now the guest room. It has a low ceiling, so no fan. Well apparently, he has fallen in love with this room because he stayed in it for about 2 hours yesterday. Any time I tried to get him to go to the more kid-friendly living room, no dice, he freaked out. When it came time for nap, he decided he wants to sleep in the front room. Not Noah's room, don't like Noah's room...Not Mommy and Daddy's room, don't like that room. I gave up on naptime after a bit of pouting and tantrum, finally got him to sit downstairs with me. He then goes to sleep, so I laid him down in his room.

It's just all very confusing to me. Half the time, he's fine with fans because he sits in the living room with us and the fan runs almost all the time there. I guess it's just discovering new things and seeing things in different ways. Just hope he doesn't let it flip him out too much, summer is coming soon and if he gets to the point with no fan, i'm not sure how he's going to sleep. Especially if he keeps trying that fan-less front room. Then again, he went to sleep tonight fine with the fan on.