Much better

Thanks for your well wishes. Andy seems much better. He took a long nap Monday afternoon (so long I even kept checking in to make sure he hadn't died from the anesthesia. What? What's so weird about that?) Since then, he's been chipper and quite darling. Well, he's still 2 11/12 so he has his moments, but he seems to feel pretty good.

The nurse instructed us (well, me, Bjorn doesn't do baths in our house at the moment although that might have to change in a couple of months) to put cotton in his ears just until he gets the all clear in a couple of weeks that the ears have healed properly. Unfortunately, I can't seem to master getting a little cotton ball into his ear without it promptly falling out once he hits the bath water. He is also supposed to be getting antibiotic ear drops for the next couple of weeks. The instructions say five drops in each ear twice a day, but Andy is dead-set against them so it's more like two drops in each ear, each day. Oh well.

As you can see from the picture, he seems to be feeling pretty good. Here he managed to take the furnace air filters, carry them upstairs and proceed to "make a train." I'm not sure what he was envisioning exactly, but it's clear he has an imagination. He loved playing with those filters so much that I finally had to remove them under the cover of night to get them out of view. I love how strange and active his mind is right now.

Night night animals

A couple times last week, I woke up to hear Andy telling his dogs that he sleeps with to, "Wake up, dogs. Wake up." He did the same thing to his Thomas train that I had put under the covers on the chair next to his crib the night before as I tried to convince him that Thomas was going to bed, too. After that, I made a little spot next to his bed and we made a bed for all his stuffed animals. Now before he goes to bed, we make a point to kiss a few of them good night and then cover them with a blanket. Fortunately, right now he's only interested in a couple of them. Should he want to put all 15 stuffed toys to bed, it could take all evening. He also makes a point in the morning of going over to wake them up and pull their covers off. It's amazing how his little imagination works sometimes.

Day two at school was today and it went fine, I think. He was having so much fun playing with his toys that it took 10 minutes of me trying to coax him to put on his jacket and 10 seconds of his teacher telling him before he'd agree to leave them and come with me. I take that as a good sign. Some of the day to day stuff is going to take some getting used to. Like his teacher before would have him dressed and ready for me, now I need to go in and lure him away from what he's playing with. On the one hand, I like interacting with him at school and see what he's been doing and talking to his teachers. On the other hand, the new way takes a lot longer to disengage at the end of the day.