Ava’s Christmas Show

Last night was Ava’s school Christmas Concert.  This is the story of our night.

At breakfast I ask Jeff, “Hey, did you know you have a 3:30 appointment today?  Why did you schedule something for 3:30?!  We’re supposed to go out to eat before Ava’s Christmas concert.  I want to leave for the restaurant by 4:30 so we are for sure to the church by 6:15.  How is that going to work?”

Deer in the headlights.  “Ummm, I guess I forgot we had talked about that.  Well, it should be a short appointment, maybe I can just meet you at the restaurant?”  This, in my mind, is translated to “I won’t be here to help you get everyone ready and out the door… good luck.”  Awesome.

The afternoon rolls around.  Because I feel like some things should be celebrated and dressed up for, and because Ava is supposed to wear her “dressy best”, I’ve decided we are all getting spiffed up tonight.  Oakley and Obed have new matching outfits that will compliment Ava’s dress.  I’m going to actually fix my hair, Jeff is going to wear a tie.  We are going all out tonight.  However, going all out takes time!  You can’t just blow dry and roller brush your hair in 2 minutes and now I’m running slightly behind schedule.  Two little boys need their shirts buttoned, Ava needs her hair braided and straightened.  Too late for the straightener, there’s no time.  We finally run out of the house at 4:43.  At least everyone is in their dressy best and Jeff has called to say he will get us a table and put in our order.

I make it to the end of the alley, “Dang it!  I forgot the camera!”  Too late, there isn’t time to go back to get it.  I’m pretty disappointed about this as I had really wanted a picture of all the matching cuteness before it unraveled.

Two blocks down the street, “Dang it!  I forgot to turn off the straightener!”  This one requires a quick prayer that our house will still be standing when we return tonight.

We arrive at Grizzly’s downtown.  Parking is tricky downtown… there’s not much of it.  I pull into the lot next to the restaurant and am delighted to find front row parking.  As I’m hustling everyone out of the van and towards the restaurant door, I notice the huge sign “NO GRIZZLY’S PARKING.”  Dang it!  I would have risked it had there not been a parking attendant standing right there watching me.  I deposit the children inside and run back out to move the van.

Van parking is secured three blocks away.  As I’m bundling up for the walk back to the restaurant, I notice one of my gloves is missing.  Dang it!  I’m forever losing gloves!  I seriously need them attached to a string that runs through my jacket arms.  It’s ridiculous.

As I approach the restaurant, I decide to check the parking lot for my missing glove, just in case.  Sure enough, there in my previous parking space is my now wet, muddy, and run-over glove.  I pick it up, shake it off best I can and continue inside, mostly happy to have recovered the missing mitt.

I finally make it inside to find my little family happy waiting for our food to arrive.  “Hey, where’s your tie??”  I ask Jeff.  “I forgot it in the car.  I’ll put it on before we go into the concert.”  Dinner proceeds with record speed and at 5:52 we are about ready to walk out the door.  Perfect amount of time to get Ava to the church by the required 6:15.  However, as I lift Obed out of the high chair,  I get a whiff of his diaper.  “Oh Buddy, come on now!”  After weeks of not having a poopy diaper past 2pm, today is the evening he decides to fill his pants.  Great.  Off to the bathroom we rush to change said dirty diaper.

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My pretty girl in her dressy best

Finally we are hustling down the street to the van.  Obed weighs about 30lbs in his car seat and it’s a bit of a work out to lug him around in that thing.  We make it to the van, everyone gets buckled in and Jeff says he’ll meet us at the church.  He’s only in a two-hour parking spot.

I pull into the church parking lot at 6:20.  It appears everyone and their Grandma has decided to be ON TIME for the elementary Christmas concert because the parking lot is a sea of parked cars.  I circle around and find ONE open spot.  It is unfortunate that I may very well be the world’s worst parker and this spot is a mite bit smaller than average.  I attempt my first pull in.  Nope.  Reverse, re approach.  Nope.  Reverse, re approach.  Nope.  Reverse, re approach.  At this point it may be worth a mention that I have absolutely no idea as to what I’m doing or how I’m going to get our huge mini van into this parking spot.  I debate attempting to turn around and find a different parking location but that would require me pulling into this parking spot.  Dang it!  GOD HELP ME!

It’s at this moment I hear a knock on the window.  I turn in shame to see just who has been watching my pathetic parking attempts.  What luck!  It’s Jeff!

“I can’t park the van!!”  I practically wail to him the obvious.

“Get out and take Ava inside.  I’ll park.”

I more than gladly surrender the parking debacle to him and the mess I’ve made of trying to get the van into this minuscule space.  Ava and I rush inside.  She’s in place before 6:30, which is the program start time, so I’m calling this mostly a success.

However, because everyone and their Grandma seems to have arrived by 5:45, I could only find seating towards the back.  This was a bummer.  What is also a bummer is everyone wanting to film every second of life on their cell phones.  At this moment I’m glad I’ve forgotten the camera.  Put the phones away people!  The true view is better.

Jeff, Oakley, and Obed finally make it inside after apparently succeeding at parking the monster van.  “Hey, you forgot to put on your tie.”  Bummer.

Kindergarten through 2nd grade perform first.  Three songs.  Everyone is so pleased.

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Here is my ironic cell phone picture of Ava performing.

3rd through 5th grades perform next.  There is a lovely rendition of ‘Carol of the Bells’ by the 4th grade and their recorders.  Then it’s announced that 5th grade will now demonstrate their guitar skills with Jingle Bells.  As the students retrieve their guitars, there is a loud crash.  The music teacher assures that it’s fine, that happens all the time.  However, one 5th grade boy turns around with a pretty forlorn look on his face and a guitar who’s handle is now in two pieces.  The obvious question on his face is “How am I going to play this???”

Jeff and I about died laughing.  Jingle Bells commences.  I’m not sure what I was expecting… perhaps mini guitar heroes… but 5th grade guitar players pretty much just pluck out Jingle Bells.  Second time around, the audience is encouraged to sing along and Broken Guitar Boy has talked another boy into giving him his guitar.  He is now happily plucking out Jingle Bells to his heart’s content.

And then the evening came to a close.  Ava’s first Christmas Concert is in the books.

Heading to the van to drive home, I notice Jeff has some how managed to park the van by BACKING INTO the tiny parking space.  Nice and tidy and straight.  What the heck.  I hate parking.

Driving home I remember the hair straightener and I’m practically expecting sirens and fire trucks to greet us at home, but thankfully it is not so.  Our house did not burn down due to a forgotten hair straightener.  A great end the the evening.


Best Gift EVER {Hirschoff Christmas Letter}

The other night I was getting Obed ready for bed, changing his diaper and putting on his pajama’s.  The jammies he was wearing that night was a purchase by Grandma- green and white striped footies with the words “Best Gift EVER” across the front.  He’s worn these pajama’s many times, but that night the words really caught my attention.  Best Gift EVER.  Obed is a pretty special gift, and my thoughts naturally wondered if he was our best gift this year.  And then I started thinking about this year.  It’s been a big year.  A good year.  What WAS our best gift ever this year?

We got our first Christmas card in the mail this week.  I LOVE getting Christmas cards and year-end letters.  Love it.  For as much as I love getting these cards and letters, I’m absolutely terrible about sending them.  But thanks to cyber space, I can still write a letter and you can read it.  Not as cool as getting an addressed and stamped envelope in the mail, but this is as good as it will get.  Here is our 2014 Christmas letter:


January:  2014 started out pretty shaky.  January 1 found Ava in the hospital and nobody could figure out what was wrong.  She spent a total of two weeks in the hospital, had surgery on her shunt and a recovery of several weeks.  This has been Ava’s last major hospitalization… read:  Ava has not been in the hospital for 321 days (as of this writing).  BEST GIFT EVER!

February:  My birthday.  I like to think I’m at least a few people’s best gift ever! 🙂

March:  Obed Hudson joined our family on the night of March 8.  His birth experience was by far the easiest out of our three and he came smoothly into the world after only two pushes.  Every mama knows this is the BEST GIFT EVER!

April:  Ava had a MRI that showed no active tumor cells and only a very small mass for which the doctors didn’t know how to label.  After two years of our heartache, this was the BEST GIFT EVER.

May:  Ava turned 5!!!  BEST GIFT EVER to celebrate another birthday with her.  Our hearts are so thankful.  Jeff turned 39.  I’ll let him comment on whether or not this was the best gift ever.

June:  The ice finally melted off Lake Superior and we finally turned off our heater.  After literally months of not seeing the temperature above 0* and the most brutal winter I’ve ever experienced, this was the  BEST GIFT EVER.

July:  Auntie Trina arrived for her summer visit and we vacationed in Wisconsin Dells.  Having my sister along on our vacation and having her spend her summers with us is always the BEST GIFT EVER.

August:  Jeff started a new job this summer.  He’s now doing exterior home sales for the Home Depot.  A big change for us in that this job’s compensation is 100% commission.  It has been exciting (!), and at times nail biting, to see how God will provide for our family each month.  So far He has taken good care of us.  BEST GIFT EVER.  Relying on God to directly provide for our monthly needs has both stretched and strengthened our faith.

September:  Ava started Kindergarten!  She loves every minute of it and is excited every morning to head to school.  Oakley took it a bit harder and sobbed the first day when he was told he could not go with her.  He has slowly adjusted but I think the best part of his day is when Ava comes home.  Ava is learning many new things at school, but one thing her and I are learning together is how to read.  Teaching Ava to read and helping her unlock the mystery and power of words has been one of my BEST GIFTS EVER this year.  At parent teacher conferences, Ava’s teacher said Ava is kind to others, polite and well mannered, listens well, catches on quickly and is one of her top students.  After all Ava has been through, all the warnings from our doctors about what radiation and chemo could do to Ava’s brain, this was the BEST GIFT EVER.

October:  Ava had another MRI.  Again, her scan showed NO TUMOR and the doctor felt that the abnormality still showing on the scan was likely scar tissue.  This means Ava’s next MRI will be in ONE YEAR!  And she was able to have her port removed.  Having her port removed was probably Ava’s BEST GIFT EVER.  A clear MRI was mine and Jeff’s.

November:  Ava lost her first tooth.  She’ll tell you she got two pennies for it.  (They were quarters, for the record).  She thought this was the BEST GIFT EVER.  The first snow fell this month and with it, Oakley wanting to be out shoveling at all times.  Someday, this eagerness to shovel will be Jeff’s BEST GIFT EVER.

December:  Jeff and I will celebrate 8 years of marital bliss.  We all know it hasn’t been all bliss, but Jeff continues to be my BEST GIFT EVER.  Oakley will turn 3 years old this December.  He easy going, sweet and charming, cuddly and spunky.  Oakley has weathered many storms with ease and grace.  His personality has been on of our BEST GIFTS EVER.

Our Good Lord has blessed us much this year.  As the Christmas season approaches, and I reflect on the past year, I grow more and more thankful that God loved me…US!… enough to send his only Son to earth as a little baby.  That truly was the BEST GIFT EVER.


Obed’s Christmas Stocking

Today I made a Christmas stocking for Obed.

Three years ago, while pregnant with Oakley, I made our family Christmas stockings.  I must have been having some major nesting urges because the Christmas stockings I made where nothing to sneeze at… if I do say so myself.  We knew baby #2 was a boy and his name would be Oakley.  I had wanted the kids to have stockings that would graphically illustrate their names.  Jeff and my stockings would just use the same elements so they would all match… because really, how do you graphically depict “Jeff” and “Janell”?  I’m not even really sure what our names mean.  Anyway…

So I came up with four different designs that incorporated trees (Oakley) and birds (Ava).  I bought red corduroy for the stockings, but everything else came from scraps at home.  The inner lining- made from left over material from the wrap my mom made me for my wedding.  Feathery trim- left over from the same wrap.  And all the other elements  were scraps from various projects.  The stockings turned out just as I had hoped and dreamed and not a minute too soon as Oakley was born right before Christmas that year.

Then after the first of the year, Ava started talking about a baby named Obed.  And talking.  And talking.  And talking.

I started thinking if this Obed ever joined our family, he’d need his own Christmas stocking… and I was thinking about this way before Christmas time… and way before the conception of Obed.  I’m not kidding.  It was really bothering me!  The thought of Obed, a child who at that point was just a name my three year old kept mentioning, whom we had no intention of even attempting to make happen any time soon because we couldn’t handle what life was at that point… the thought of this non-existant child not having a Christmas stocking like everyone else, it was taking up precious real estate in my already over taxed mind!  I had lots of other BIG things on my plate at the time, but that Christmas stocking would pop it’s head up every once in a while, reminding me that someday, I’d better figure out a way to make it a whole matching set.

So one day, TWO YEARS AGO, I was walking by the fabric section at Walmart.  Because the Christmas stocking that I possibly would have to make sometime in the next 10 years was always somewhere in the back of my head, I decided to swing through the isle that day, just to see if the same red corduroy I had bought the year before was still there.  It was!  So I got myself a yard.  Whew.  At least now the stockings would all match and my maniac tenancies about the Christmas stocking could take a rest for a while.

That red corduroy has sat in the fabric drawer for two years, waiting for Obed.

I finally took it out today.

Making Obed’s Christmas stocking today was like a day long conversation with God.  While I sewed, I thought about how God told us two years in advance that Obed would be coming… through a little two year old girl.  I thought about waiting for Obed, wanting to meet him more and more as time passed, and the certainty that he would one day join our family growing more and more.  I thought about the promise of JOY that would come with him.  I thought about the leap my heart took when I found out I was pregnant with him and the joy that flooded me learning that the baby was a BOY… OUR OBED!  He was coming!  Mostly I thought about all the things God has told me over my life time, promised me, shown me; and how He has never once come up short on his word.  A few times He’s come up SLOW, but never short.

This Christmas there will be five MATCHING stockings to hang on our mantle.

I told Jeff I have enough red corduroy for one more stocking… just in case.  He mostly rolled his eyes at me.


Obed’s stocking in process





Ladybug is Red

Ladybug is red.  Ladybug loves red.  But Ladybug has a green friend.  So Ladybug loves green too.

Ladybug is red.  Ladybug loves red.  But Ladybug has a yellow friend.  So Ladybug loves yellow too.

Ladybug is red.  Ladybug loves red.  But Ladybug has a blue friend.  So Ladybug loves blue too.

Repeat with brown and white.  Ladybug loves all the colors.

“Ladybug Is Red”.  This is probably the most frustrating book we own.  It started with Ava.  I would read this book to her and because we were trying to learn colors, every page I would ask “OK, Ava, what color is Ladybug’s friend?”  Since she could never seem to get that straight, I thought I would simplify it.  Ladybug is red.  Ladybug loves red.  But Ladybug has a green friend.  So Ladybug loves green too.  “OK Ava, what color is LADYBUG?”  Ummmmmm…. blue.  “No.  Ladybug is RED.  Ladybug loves RED.”  What color is Ladybug?  Ummmmm….. brown!  No Baby.  Ladybug is RED.

Geez.  Ava finally did learn her colors.  Ladybug almost got tossed in the trash in the process.

We have now pulled out “Ladybug Loves Red” once again for the second time around.  Next up, Oakley.

Today I was sitting in our bedroom nursing Obed before nap time when I heard Ava and Oakley in their bedroom picking out books to read.

Ava: “Here Oaks, I’ll read this one to you.”

Oaks: “Otay!”

And in comes Ladybug.  Ladybug has a yellow friend (who happens to be duck).

A: OK Oaks, what color is Ladybugs friend?

O: Duck!

A: Right!  But what color is it?

O: Really HUGE duck!

A: Yeah, but what COLOR?

O: Duck goes Quack, Quack!

A: That’s what the duck says, but what COLOR???

At this point I realize Oakley is pulling every bit of information he’s ever gathered about ducks and reciting it to Ava.  After a couple more answers, he tells her the duck is ORANGE!  No Oaks.  The duck is Yellow.

Next Page (Green Frog)

A: Oaks, what color is Ladybug?

O: Orange!

A: No not orange.

O: Brown!  LELLOW! (ie yellow)

A: No he’s not brown or yellow.  What color is LADYBUG?


A: Ladybug is RED.

On and on this goes while I’m practically DYING in the next room.  WHY IS IT SO HARD TO GET THAT LADYBUG IS FREAKING RED!?!!?  I was, however, very proud that Ava never got frustrated with Oakley.  She continued very patiently (not always the case) and didn’t make him feel bad.

When we were trying to teach colors and reading this book to Ava, first time mom thoughts came such as “What’s wrong with her???  Why can’t she get these colors straight?  LADYBUG IS RED.  Is she color blind?  Do I need to bring this up with the pediatrician????”  This time around, I know Oakley will eventually get it… because Ava did.  While this knowledge makes the process no less frustrating… LADYBUG IS RED!!!!  Eventually, someday down the road, I will probably hear a conversation between Oakley and Obed that goes something like this:

Obed, what color is Ladybug?



A Day

Today has been pretty much like every other day, but there have been some things to happen that I have found funny.  Here is a list, in no particular order:

1.) Oakley and Ava informed me they were making a craft of bugs out of pipe cleaners and duct tape.  Duck Dynasty duct tape.  Yes.  We own Duck Dynasty duct tape.

2.) At lunch Oakley informs us he will fly.  Ava says he can’t.  I tell him he doesn’t have wings like a bird.  Oaks: “Yeah I do.” Me: “Where?”  Thinking he would flap his arms like a bird I waited for his answer.  Instead, he responded with “On my back!” as he pointed to where they were located.  I realize he may already have tried flying earlier in the morning as he has a big bump on his forehead after some sort of incident involving our bed.  He cried fairly hard after the incident so I never really could understand what happened.  Probably flying.

3.) Obed crawled several paces today

4.) Ava ran to answer the phone several times today.  The first time it was Daddy.  The second time I couldn’t tell who it was but she just started chatting away with whoever was on the other line.  It turned out to be our friend Patty.  The third time the phone rang, Ava ran for it calling out “I’ll get it!  It’s probably my call anyway.”  Bahahahahaha!  I guess she is waiting for a call back from Grandma.

5.) I pulled a fire truck out of the washer as I was transferring the wet clothes into the dryer.  A decent sized fire truck.  You think I would have noticed putting that thing in the washer, which leads me to think perhaps someone else put the fire truck in the washer.

6.) I found Ava and Oakley upstairs with a basket of freshly dried laundry trying to fold it.  “How did this get up here?”  “We pulled all the laundry out of the dryer and worked together to get the basket upstairs.”  Huh.

7.) Obed has a very wide smile lately.  A very wide gummy smile.  You can’t help but smile back at him because his smile is so wide.

And finally, while not today, I posted this to Facebook yesterday:

Tonight Obed ate a piece of paper. Like, not a little shred of paper, a 2×4″ piece of paper. It was on the floor and I thought “Hmmm, I should pick that up.” and two minutes later, not to be found, except for a tiny piece on his shirt… and a very suspicious grin on his face. I didn’t even know 5 mo olds could eat (ie swallow) ANYTHING besides mush, let alone a whole piece of PAPER! He also pulled himself up to standing at the coffee table.   Any hopes of this son being any less of a mischievous monkey than Oakley are quickly flying out the window.

This freaked me out a bit, because how does a BABY eat a whole piece of PAPER?!?!  So I called the doctor on call (because I’m not afraid to do that anymore) and informed him that while he was breathing fine and acting fine, could he really be FINE??  Apparently he can be fine.  He’s fine.  Obed seemed especially smug and proud of himself after that stunt.


Sweet Oakley

Oh these children of mine. I spend so much time with them, it’s easy to grow frustrated and exasperated and weary. My heart still carries wounds and scars and a heaviness sits on me most of the time. I see these precious years slipping away from me and I know they will soon be lost and I will have used them up having carried a weight around that I just want to shake off.

But every once in a while, there is something that melts a little bit of that off.

Oakley. He is full of mischief and ingenuity. He is impetuous and full throttle. He makes trouble sometimes on purpose and sometimes not; either way, trouble seems to follow him anyway. But he can be the sweetest bowl of sugar you’ve ever come across at the same time.

Dinner was almost ready. Oakley was still upstairs sleeping his nap away. It has been a busy week and he’s extra tired. Waking Oakley up takes time, especially when he’s tired and doesn’t want to wake up.

I head upstairs. He is curled up on his side, those long black eye lashes resting on his cheeks. I crawl in bed beside him, rub his back and whisper his name into his ear.

“Oakley. Oakley, Baby, time to wake up. Are you ready to wake up?”

He opens one eye and gives me a little look.

“Noooo.” And the eye closes again.

Still rubbing his back, “Oakley…do you need some kisses?”

And to that question, eyes still closed, he gets the sweetest smile on his face and gives a little nod. And then my heart melts.

I bend over and smother him in kisses, knowing there is only so long that I will be able to do so.

He gives a little giggle. However, it’s not the kisses that get him out of bed, but the realization that Ava is down stairs watching a video. But that little moment I tuck away to remember.

A few days ago, we had chili for dinner. I have two soup bowls that I made with friends, on two separate occasions at one of those paint-your-own pottery places, many, many years ago. The bowls connect me to memories of dear, dear friends and a sweet time of life. Since there are only two, Jeff and I always use the bowls and Ava and Oakley get different ones. After dinner, somehow Oakley was messing around with my bowl, it dropped and broke into pieces. I saw the pieces lying on the floor, and I told myself it was only a bowl. But now I would never have the set again and the thought of losing a memory hurt my heart. I made Oakley go upstairs and sit on his bed, which made him know I wasn’t happy. And he cried.

Tonight at prayer time, Oakley pulled his own name out of the prayer box. He got to pray first.

“Lord, hewlp Oakie sad… Mama’s gwass boke.”

This is the condensed version. It sometimes takes a few tries for Oakley to get his thoughts out but this was the jist of it. He was sad, because Mama’s glass had broken. I didn’t understand what he was talking about at first, and then I remembered. I pulled him into my arms and told him I forgave him. He then continued:

“Lord, help Mama happy… and she beautiful…I wuv Mama… and be happy and healthy.”

If I could have recorded that prayer, oh how I wish I could have. That he even remembered the bowl breaking and to pray about it… such a little guy, yet he made me feel so loved tonight.

I hope you read this someday Oakley. You are sugar and spice. You have a kind heart. How I love you baby.

Peanuts and Noses

“Mom, we have to take Oakley to the nose doctor.”

Half distracted I looked down at Ava.  “What?”

“Oakley needs to go to the nose doctor.”

“Why would he need to do that?”

“He stuck a peanut up his nose.”  WHAT?!?!


Sure enough, there stuck in Oakley’s right nostril, barely visible, was a peanut.  He was giggling the whole time and before I could do anything, he shoved his finger up his nose.  “Aaaahhhhh!  Oakley!  Don’t do that!”  Too late, the damage was done.  I couldn’t even see the peanut anymore.

I plugged Oakley’s left nostril.  Blow hard Baby.  Oakley is really good at blowing his nose and he blew hard, but nothing came out.  Next step, call the doctor.  I was quickly seeing where our afternoon was heading.

After leaving a message with the doctor, an hour later I got a call back, basically saying we had to go the the ER or an urgent care.  My assessment of the situation was that we probably would require more care than the urgent care providers could provide so we headed to the ER.

It is unfortunate that we are so familiar with the hospital.  The whole way over, Ava kept telling Oakley that they have snacks!  He would get to play with toys!  You can watch a movie!  “Ava!  Stop that!  Stop telling Oakley he’s going to get a snack… there are no snacks at the ER.”  Then she started in with “Oaks, are you scared?  It can be scary.  You’ll probably have to get a poke.”  Ava, STOP!

We arrive at the ER.  It’s pretty slow at 1:00 in the afternoon.  We get checked in.  I’m sure we look a bit odd.  Nobody is crying.  Nobody looks sick.  Nope, just a peanut in the nose.

We see the physician assistant fairy quickly.  She brings in this gigantic pair of tweezers and I’m thinking “That is NOT going to work.  That sucker is up there way too far.”  Sure enough, on to plan B.

Plan B, apparently, is for Oakley to lay on a bed, arms held down.  I am to plug his nostril and put my mouth over his nose and mouth and suck.


I kid you not, that is what they told me to do.  I must have given the lady a very strange look because she then said, “And I’ll call ENT.”  Well five minutes later, here’s Oakley on a bed, arms held down and I’m sucking on his nose.  He giggles… because apparently having your mother suck on your nose isn’t as unpleasant as it sounds?!?!  This makes the nurses giggle.  I’m not really giggling.

That was gross.  And it produced no peanut.  So I call that an epic fail.

“Huh…. that usually works.” said the doctor.  REALLY??!!

Apparently the ER has exhausted their options and they are now sending us over to the Ear, Nose and Throat people.

Obed is getting ready for his afternoon nap.  He’s getting pretty fussy.  Somewhere between the ER and the skyway to ENT, I lost his paci.  Oh this is not good.  He’s refusing to ride in the stroller so here I am, carrying a crying baby, pushing a stroller, telling Oakley to hurry up and Ava to slow down and wait for the rest of us.  I am starting to get a little frustrated with the entire situation at this point.

We arrive at the ENT office.  While the ER nurse said she called to let them know we are coming, the ENT nurse does not know we are coming.  Luckily, ENT is pretty quiet at 1:45 in the afternoon too.

Oakley climbs up into the examination chair and just sits there like a big boy.  He has not fussed once.  The ENT doctor lays out our options.  She has two tricks to try before we’ll have to just put him him under to get the peanut out.  First up, some sort of nasty something-or-another on a cotton swap gets shoved up his nose.  She said it will make his mouth taste bad.  The peanut is already causing swelling so this will help with that as well as numb the area.

First try: suction.  The suction fails.

Second try: A very tiny pick to try and pry it out.  Oakley is being a pretty good sport.  He tilts his head back.  The peanut moves!  After a couple minutes, I swear the largest peanut in the whole bag of trailmix emerges from Oakley’s nose.  Seriously, that thing was HUGE.  Either it really was huge, or it just looked huge because it was coming out of his nose.  Either way,  the peanut is out!

“Now Oakley,” the doctor says.  “No more peanuts up your nose ok?  No beads, beans, rocks, peas, or fingers either.  Deal?’

Oakley gives her his sweet smile.  “O-tay!”

And off the chair he goes, out the door and we’re on our way home.  I thought about taking the peanut with us, but no, that’s gross.

We had a successful trip the the dentist this morning, which I thought would be our excitement for the day.  No.  Peanuts and noses made for more excitement than one day should have.