Tonsils

 This girl got her tonsils out last Thursday. Apparently, we've got enough tonsil tissue to fill a grain silo. Mallory was a trooper, but her stubborn personality outweighed her common sense. Sister was in so much pain she refused to drink.....anything.....for days! Including pain medicine. No matter how much we pleaded or what we offered her, she refused! Well before she shriveled up like a prune I took her back to the hospital, where we remained for 2 more days. The nurses referred to her as "Fort Knox." She had her lips sealed so tight, nothing was getting in! She had more drool than a newborn bulldog.

 Brady enjoyed a staycation at Grammie Lou's while Jeff and I sorted out hospital time. He wasn't thrilled his wing man was benched, but like a true gangster, he played on!

 3:00 on Saturday was the magic hour. Mallory had been holding a sucker for 3 hours and she finally gave it a lick and that was the magic key that unlocked the steal gates.

 Or it could have been the FOUR gift bags Grammie brought as bribery?? Who knows. Either way I was so grateful she started eating and drinking, and drinking and eating and drinking and eating! She also started to talk again! Quiet is not an adjective I use to describe Mallory, so it was so strange not to hear her voice.

 Today she is back to normal. More importantly she is sleeping without the crazy obstructive sleep apnea. Her tonsils were so large that they were giving each other a high five while she slept. Not cool!

Both my kids are tonsil free and hopefully our close relationship with our ENT is coming to an end. He is a wonderful man, but one I don't enjoy seeing!

 For now we are enjoying the weather and hospital free days.

See ya later alligators!

Beckham Who?

Brady started soccer! Yesterday was his second "game." This is a very low stress, non-competitive league. There are more adults than kids running on the field. It is meant to be an introduction to the sport. Well, hello soccer meet Brady. Mr. B really took to the whole kicking the snot out of a ball idea. He was so taken by the concept, he really had no interest in any other drills. Forget the whole team concept. Brady is a one man goal striker kind of player.

 

 

 "Seriously! Pay attention! I'm about to score AGAIN!"

 Eat it goalie!

 GOAL!! Every time he kicked it into the net (all 400 times) he celebrated like it was his birthday, on New Years Eve and it was raining cookies! My cheeks still hurt from smiling so much.

 Move over Beckham, Mr. B is in town

 Stretching those 5 year old hammies! You don't want a silly injury to side line ya!

 Our sweet supportive Mallory. She cheered for Brady and then quickly knocked him down to steal a shot. (she's not even on the team).

Brady is on the Dolphin team. He is apart of the TOPSoccer program. Its a league for individuals with any kind of disability. They have a coach and several volunteers to help wrangle the players into some form of a functioning team. It is a wonderful program to give our boy access to a game I think he really enjoys.

Addendum

Since this blog is a diary of their lives, I feel it is important to document as much information as possible....for the soul reason to tease them later in life....in front of their peers.

According to Mallory "foreheads" are now called "Head boards" no exceptions, please don't try and tell her differently. It's nonsense.

You may be having "waffles" for breakfast, but Mallory will be having "wafKles."

Happy labor day!