The Vagaries of Life in T-ville

My daughter has finally attached herself to what those annoying parenting magazines call a "lovey". Two of them, actually. She has a white and pink puppy that Grandma T gave her for Valentine's Day, and a soft, silky, satiny, pink blanket that Mommy picked up at Wal-mart for. . ummm. . .happy Tuesday, or some such other important, worldwide holiday. (Ok, yes, I spoil my children. I'll pay the piper later, I know, but right now I'm enjoying the music.) Zaya has always liked his animals; sheep particularly, but he has never picked one thing to which he is truly "attached". He rotates. I hope he understands that it's not going to work that way for the rest of his life. Even if he can find five or six different women who are willing to hang on his arm, it's just not socially acceptable.

In other news. . .

Zaya is doing much better. He still holds his ears peridodically throughout the day, and I still give him Tylenol a few times a day, but all in all, he's much better. The best thing is. . . no more snoring! For the last four or five nights, he hasn't snored at all. Yeah! That means, of course, that the sleep apnea is gone. It also means, then, that it was worth all the pain and stress. It would've been anyway, because his tonsils and adenoids were "huge" according to his surgeon, but it's good to see some immediate, measurable results and improvements. It is very difficult to tell when he's asleep now, though. Spousy and I have to sneak through Zaya's room to get to our own, (I love my apartment, I love my apartment, I love my apartment) so we try to wait until he's asleep or he gets all worked up and wants to play. Last night he saw me sneaking through and came over to get a hug. He sighed and said, "I like you, Mom." Well, I suppose that's a good enough reason to get out of bed. I told him I liked him too, and we probably both slept better for it.