Owen's counts were good, he was very patient and dealt with triage, port access, doctor exam and chemo treatment with humor and ease. He even helped to calm a one-year-old friend, showing this little boy how he had a port too. He told him, "It's just one pinch." Moments like these helped me to deal with the day that followed...Owen didn't want to leave CHOP after 5 hours, he still wanted to play and screamed at me loudly in a crowded waiting room to "LEAVE ME ALONE! DON'T TOUCH ME!" So we got over that hurdle by swooping him to the elevators only to deal with...
2 accidents including one poopy bathroom nightmare---Owen.
2 accidents-including poop in the basement---Chloe. A shredded front screen door---Chloe. A spilled cup of milk---Owen. One shattered Winnie the Pooh snowglobe---Owen. That last one hurt...this is the second of three snowglobes Owen has broken. Not that Winnie the Pooh goes with my decor anymore or that I would ever buy anything Winnie Pooh again...but in college I was really into the classic stuff. Joe bought me these three snowglobes and looking at them always made me think back to our dating days...so in love, carefree, light-hearted..a time when Winnie the Pooh was endearing. When it dropped from Owen's hands and shattered all over the livingroom rug and hardwood floor...I just had to sigh...Oh Bother. The last of the snowglobes is now carefully placed up high where I am pretty sure Owen will not be able to get it. Pretty sure....because I have been stunned by what the boy manages to get himself into.
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