. . . they might as well fight over who gets to make my coffee.
Seriously, that’s the latest issue around here, who of the Middles (Leah 10, Andres 8 and Eden 7) gets to make Mommy’s coffee.
Have I ever had it so good?
I decided to just give the prize to whoever is ready for breakfast first (dressed, bed made, hair brushed, etc.). I’ve never seen them move so fast.
And then they fight over who gets to bring me my first cup.
So I went out early Saturday morning to do my Saturday Solitude. Lovely time. I came home and one of the children was walking around with the mousetrap we caught Peanut in, and Peanut was back in it. (For the story explaining Peanut’s presence in our lives, click here. Apparently Daddy and the kiddos washed Peanut’s cage while I was gone (YAY Daddy!), and they put Peanut back into the very mousetrap that cost him his freedom in the first place. The cage still needed bedding material in it, so for the time being Peanut was going to stay in the trap.
All good, right?
Well, later in the afternoon, one of the kids (I’ll not mention any names) moved Peanut’s trap from the safe place Andrew had set it and put it on the kitchen counter. A few hours later, it was time to put Peanut back in the cage.
Oh, Peanut, where are you?
The trap is gone.
Can’t you just picture a silver box trap gliding across the floor with a mouse in it scurrying desperately for escape? Or maybe Peanut managed to shed his steel trap and is now racing around the house carrying the trap on his back.
Noah is our prime suspect. We asked him where the mouse was and he pointed to the trash can. I’m thinking he’s trying to throw us off the trail and he’s really stashed it somewhere because he wants the mouse to himself.
We had company over Saturday night, and Leah (10) went up to the Missus and said, “Excuse me, but when you all were in the kitchen, did you happen to see my mouse?”
She was serious.
It’s a good thing our guests have a sense of humor.
So, if you happen to see our mouse or a suspicious looking silver box, please drop us a line. We’ll hurry right on over.
July will be a busy month with lots of evaluations set up for Andres. Our insurance company is not wanting to cover a neuro-psych evaluation which the neurosurgeon and physical therapist are recommending. We’ll see what happens with that. I suspect it will be eventually approved and that this is par for the course.
Tomorrow Andres will be evaluated by our physical therapist who has had experience specifically with Chiari kids; she did a lot of Chiari-related research and treatment in grad school and will know what to look for. I haven’t noticed any physical deficits with Andres, but I do know he was late to meet some of his gross motor milestones in the areas often affected by Chiari. Of course, I didn’t know about the Chiari back then, it’s only in hindsight I see the connection. We tend to stop watching for motor milestones after our children reach the bike-riding stage, so I’ll be interested to see what turns up on the evaluation.
The Lord has been so gracious to provide this specific physical therapist for us. It has been such a comforting reminder of His promises to Andres:
Jeremiah 29: 11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. 12 Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. 13 You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.
I do not know why God singled out Andres for this condition. I do know that God knew about this long before I did, and that He has a plan and He is intimately involved in coordinating all the details. And I know that in light of eternity, all of God’s plans are good.
I find it difficult to fathom that we are going to turn Andres over to a person whom we know very little who is going to render him unconscious and cut into the back of his skull with the intent to reshape it. We have only recently been willing to let him go out of our sight for things like Awanas and Sunday school. The idea that all this will be happening to him and it is completely out of our control is very disorienting to me. Unfathomable, really.
We continue to ask for prayers for Andres’ healing and the complete resolution of his symptoms.