The Plan

Last night, as Henry fought fatigue and bedtime he said, "Mommy, I have a plan."

It takes little kids to remind you of all the things that you say that you don't really realize that you say. Apparently, I talk about 'the plan' a lot.

"How about we go lay down for 2 minutes, and then we'll get up and watch TV again?"

It was a good plan, but I had a better one, which involved sleeping uninterrupted for 12 hours. Unfortunately, neither came to fruition.

Once Henry let go of that plan, he tried again. "Mommy, I have another plan. How 'bout in the morning time, we'll go to the grocery store and get everything that we need to make chex mix, and then we'll come home and make chex mix?"

Now that one I could go for.

Somehow the days pass quickly, though we get very little done. Today we hit the grocery store, and had an afternoon clinic appointment. Henry's numbers are holding steady. We again got the list of do's and don'ts for him after the transplant. For now, we go to clinic at least three days a week. He'll have a bunch of testing next week, including another MRI, hearing test, and echocardiogram.

But first there's some chex mix to make.