Cheethe!

Hubby left for Winter Slam with his big kids about an hour ago. We dropped him off at the church, and after Medium hugged him goodbye, he said to me, "She's gonna lose that either tonight or tomorrow, you know. She had it turned sideways ealier...and it stayed that way." I nodded, because she'd shown me earlier, and I wished I'd gotten a picture of it. And I was really hoping I wan't going to have to do any pulling.

Well, Hubby was right.

Medium came into the kitchen as I was fixing my dinner. "Mommy, my tooth fell out!"

Sure did. At least she didn't swallow it this time.

Bonus: the pizza pulled it for me!

YAAAAAAAAAAY!!! *Kermit wave*

I saw my oncologist today for my first post-op checkup.

I sat and waited in the waiting room for probably about 20 minutes—they were busy today—listening to the piped-in easy listening pop hits, and once again amused by the reality that my doctor's office is in a repurposed old mansion.

Very classy.

And very top-forty 40s hits were playing in the exam room, which fit more with the aura of polished gentility that this place possesses.  I suppose, if you're going in for chemo treatments, having them done in the cozy comfort of a mansion would make them slightly more tolerable.

I read a few more pages in my book and then the MA came in to explain that Dr. W. would be in soon to check my incision sites and go over the final pathology report.

I read a bit more and tried not to fidget.

Dr. W. walked in about five minutes later.  And the sweetest words I've heard since this particular adventure began were the first ones to come out of his mouth:

"No cancer."

None.  No little demon cells lurking to ruin my life and health.  Just angry ones that would have blistered into demons had we not cut off their life support.

We high-fived.

And I started texting people as soon as I left the building.

And I stopped at the store on the way home, because this...THIS was something worth celebrating.

I bought an ice cream cake for dessert tonight.

It was yummy.

No cancer.

Still sweeter than ice cream cake.

I'll probably be high on that news for a week!

My Nursemaid

"Daddy?

"Can you teach me how to play?"

Overheard

"You're not watching, Mommy!"

"I'm watching." I set my tablet down and looked at Small Fry.

"Watch this, dude!"

Wait, what?

"Did you just call me 'dude'?"

Small grined impishly. "Yes...dude."

Why, yes, we just finished watching "Finding Nemo." Why do you ask?

Vignettes From The Evening

Hubby and Large Fry are semi-cuddled on the couch, feet towards each other so they can share a blanket. Hubby: [*pthbbhthbt*] Excuse you! Large Fry: Daddy! Ew! That wasn't me. That was you! Hubby: Are you sure? I think it was you. Large: Daddy! No! Was not! Hubby: Was too! Large: Was not! Hubby: Was too! Another minute or so goes by. Hubby: [*phbbtbthbbbpt*] Excuse you! Large: DADDY!! EW!! That was YOU! Hubby: Was not. Large: Was too! A few minutes later... Large: [*poot poot*] Excuse you! Hubby [chuckling]: Very good! ~~~~~~~~~~ Hubby: Okay, who wants to go get Daddy a soda? Small Fry: Me! She dashes out of the room, only to return a few minutes later, hands tucked behind her back. Small: Daddy, dewre was no more soda. It's all gone. Dewre's none left! Hubby [suitably aghast]: There's no more? Oh, no! Small [pulling soda bottle out from behind her back]: I was just kidding! ~~~~~~~~~~ Hubby [shouting up from kitchen]: Honey, do you need a soda? Me: Yes! Small appears in the living room, hands tucked behind her and a suspiciously impish grin on her face. Small: Mommy, I don't have a soda for you. Me: Oh? Small [pulls bottle out and hands it to me]: I was just joking! ~~~~~~~~~~ Small is in the den. She bends over and puts her hands on the floor, kind of aiming her heinie in Hubby's general direction. Small: Stinky is coming! [pause] [*POOT*] There it is! Hubby is rather shocked and trying not to laugh. Small straightens up and gives him a goobery grin and giggles. ~~~~~~~~~~ Small: Hey, Mama, how's youwr belly feelin'? ~~~~~~~~~~ Hubby is tucking the twin Fries in bed. They've already done the usual bedtime prayer. Hubby: Okay, who's going to pray for good dreams? Medium Fry: Not me! Small: I will! Deawr God, please help Medium an' Lawrge an' me to haff good dwreams, an' bless Mama's belly so it feels bettewr soon! Amen! Medium: No fair! I wanted to pwray fowr Mama's belly! So...now we have to break up that prayer so that each of them can take half.

Nurse on duty.

Mika is very insistent on keeping an eye--or, rather, a paw--on me.