Take me out to the ball game!

Josh started baseball this year... and as usual, he is doing great! He's especially sensitive to his biggest fans... his little brothers! Just comin' over to say hi!

Coach Dad and Josh #9. He sure likes having his Dad on the field with him!

And he sure is a great hitter! He's been working on his swing in the garage with the famous "Hurricane". Even Caleb follows after Josh's example and tries to perfect his form. And Josh is a good teacher and gives pointers to him!

What a hit!





Good job Josh!

Caleb's talk in primary

Caleb gave a talk in primary today. He did a great job... and I didn't even have to bribe him! He's given a couple other talks... and I think I have them written down somewhere... but just in case I forget... here's what he said.

"A little while ago, I had my tonsils out. I was nervous at the hospital. My dad gave me a blessing that it would be ok. After the surgery, I was only a little bit sore, and I could play with legos the same day. We are learning about how Joseph Smith helped bring the Priesthood back to the earth. I am grateful that my dad could give me a blessing."

Good job, buddy!

Bye Bye Tonsils

March 30, 2010

Caleb's pre-surgery gifts... along with a lego set. And he earned every bit of it! His last meal of choice was McDonald's... even in spite of Mike and Josh's complaining, Caleb held strong and insisted that we go to McDonald's for his last meal! He loved every minute of it. And before bed, he was allowed to eat/drink anything he wanted, since we had a long day of fasting ahead of us. this was the beginning of a very sporadic/non-traditional eating schedule

We had to be at the hospital by 10am... and we arrived about 9:45 just to be safe. I didn't want the surgery to be postponed until any later. Especially since I spent all morning keeping him occupied to keep his mind off of food. He did really great!

By noon, we were snapping a bunch of silly pictures... and saying one last goodbye to his tonsils! Little did we know that we still had a couple more hours of waiting left. We had our own private waiting room, which made Caleb feel less embarrassed about his fancy jammies and booties. This waiting room was fully equipped with the latest technology... a VHS. We spent the majority of the time waiting for the movies to rewind... come on people, "be kind, rewind!"

Once the anethsethiologist came in to talk to us... I thought we were on our way. Once again we waited and waited and waited..... they gave him some oral medicine, aka truth serium, where he professed his undying love for a little girl in his preschool class. He gazed longingly at a card she made for him, and spouted out his best 4-year old pick up lines, and announced that he was going to kiss her. Next thing I know, he's puckering up and moving the card slowing towards his lips, slowly closing his eyes. I'm still wondering where he learned those moves!

FInally around 2 pm, they loaded his weak, food-deprived little body into the wagon and rolled him down the hallway into the OR. He was so brave, (more like loopy and dazed) and that was the last time I laid on eyes on those problematic tonsils!!!


After about 50 minutes, I was back in the recovery area, rocking him in a rocking chair, while silent crocodile tears filled up those big eyes. Never once did he complain of a sore throat... which was in stark comparison to the little girl in the next bed. She was screaming and crying. Caleb let out no more then a few wimpers and coughs!

Then, one glass of apple juice later, we were on the road heading for home. We arrived around 4, and he laid on the couch for a couple hours while his curious brothers looked on. Then by 6, he was up playing legos and walking around acting almost normal. This first night, I slept in his room so I could help him. He woke up and coughed a couple times every 4 hours just in time to get a dose of medicine... then he would go back to sleep. I think it was the best night's sleep he's had in a year because he didn't snore, snort, gasp, or stop breathing! Hallelujiah!

For about a week, we hardly heard a peep out of him... I received a lot of taps on the leg, and motioning with his hands... and when he did talk, it was in his high-falcetto voice to avoid any pain on his throat. But when I would ask him if his throat hurt, he would always say "no." Not only is he brave, but he's tough too!

Now, about 3 weeks later... he's eating like normal, and even his voice is back to normal.

So if anyone out there is considering tonsilectomies (for just cause, of course), I would highly recommend it. Caleb was such a trooper!