We rode our bikes to get TCBY tonight. Isaac got an ice cream headache or something and, upset, handed his bowl to me, "I don't like it!" As soon as his fingers lost contact with the bowl he lunged for it, "No, I do like it!"
That's my boy. Ever sincere, ever passionate, ever swinging from one extreme to another. I don't know where he gets that from.
Isaac, while eating at the table: I want soap on my young arms.
Gideon: When babies come out of their mommies they're really small (shows how little w/his thumb and forefinger) then the doctors pour salt on them and they grow really big!
We're heading out at six tomorrow morning to go camping this weekend. We'll meet my Aunt Donna, our friend Cindy, the dogs: Wrangler, Oreo, & Zeb, and the horses: Rocky, Whistler, & Mouse. I'll spend the day riding w/Donna and Cindy while the boys have some testosterone time. Saturday morning the girls will all ride out to the Atlanta, Idaho, hot springs and the boys will drive out and meet us there. Saturday will be Arlo's first trip horseback riding with me! The other three dogs always go and I've wished and wished for Arlo to be along but he's too young still for it. Saturday will be a short ride through forest vs the day-long rides in desert we usually take so Arlo should do all right. I'm still nervous for him, though!
The Perkins will either head home from the hot springs or camp another night. Probably another night. Andy and I have yet to set out with an "And maybe stay another night" without actually staying the extra night. Ooh, and this will be our first trip in our new minivan! That's right, folks. Andy finally talked me into a minivan (though the wagon's still my day-to-day get around; the van's for when we have extra folks along). You can thank the Knutson's for getting Andy hooked on the Previa idea and thank Craig's List for what (so far) seems like a good deal.
Mom, look at this pretty car with all these girls with skirts on them. Just look at the girls with skirts on them!
Mind you he was driving a palm sized green plastic car pulling a wooden trailer. No actual girls.
If I were a squirrel in 109 degree heat this is what I'd look like too.
"Porkypines" are Isaac's favorite animal. 
Oh, and "porkypinecones"
are one of his favorite things to find on walks.
I gave birth to the two meerkats up front. The one in the background lives at the zoo. Pretty sneaky, eh?
I'm not sure we found out exactly what it's like to hear like a fox, but we looked incredibly cute.


So Gid, Phin, and I left the house at 6:30 this morning and headed to the doctor's office. We signed in and were taken in the back to a comfy curtain-enclosed area with two chairs and a vitals machine. A lady came in, told us the procedure would take five minutes, Phin would be brought back out to me and we could leave in about twenty minutes. The anesthesiologist (I spelled that right the first time!) explained they'd use a mask where Phin would breathe in and out the schtuff so there wouldn't be chemical interactions or long-lasting effects after he stopped breathing it. He said Phin would be put in my arms asleep where he'd wake up disoriented in a few minutes but be able to nurse immediately and leave soon afterwards. The doctor came and took Phin out of my arms where he cried and reached for me as she walked away with him. In my head I knew this was an easy procedure she does all the time but tears welled up in my eyes and I got a big lump in my throat. I'd brought Gid with me precisely for this reason. I can control my emotions a lot better in front of the kids. Gid asking if they'd really bring Phineas back to us didn't help but reassuring him everything would be fine and we can always trust Phin to God did help. As I waited the four or five minutes to receive my unconscious son back I spent time praying for Diber and Ellis. I can only imagine the turmoil she's been working through and the challenges to trust God with her son. When you think about it pray for their family and the challenges they'll be working through.
Phin woke up after about five minutes, nursed for about ten and we were told he looked fabulous & we could go home. He reacted dramatically to noises the first hour or so but seems to be getting used to hearing better. The doctor says things have probably sounded like he was under water up until now. He seemed to get dizzy easily at first but now a few hours later that's worn off though he's still sensitive to pressure changes. We'll have to keep his ears dry for the next week and put drops in his ears three times a day for the next three days then that's it. The fluid will drain from his ears and he won't be in the pain he's been in for so much of the last eight months.
Phin
As we've all witnessed, my dog is as cute as they come. Well, since getting his summer cut he's gonna have to rely on personality a wee bit more, if you know what I mean.
Here's partway through when I knew I had no choice but to completely shave the head once I'd done the muzzle.
Here's how hairy I was when I finally finished. And that after getting the major portion of Arlo fuzz off me.
I had a plastic grocery bag full of hair when I'd finished. He's a good five pounds lighter now. When he began leaping around the backyard, chasing his tail mid-air I felt a lot better about the nauseating butcher job I'd given him. He does seem a lot cooler.
This picture doesn't show nearly how rat-like he is now.
And just for extras, here's a picture of my two computer bums. Heh, heh. Literally.