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Thursday night at bedtime, Ben went into the living room to the cabinet where Sara has put a bunch of non-Disney books that he never looks at. He picked out two of them ("If You Give a Pig a Pancake" was one of them), and brought them in to Sara to read to him. In the history of human evolution, this ranks up there somewhere between fire and the invention of the wheel. Ben has *never* wanted to be read to, certainly not at bedtime. But he insisted, and he wanted those particular books. Sara read them both to him, and at his request read them a second time. Then he snuggled in and went to sleep.
Is that cool or what?
In other news, my mom's parade of disturbing medical developments continues unabated. Her colon is severely blocked, and thus far all manner of laxatives prescribed by the doctor has had very little effect. It appears that she is going to have to have surgery to remove a section of her colon. Apparently this can be done via laparoscopy, so that's not quite as scary as it could be. It will knock her flat on her back for about a week, but other than that it should be fine.
Is that cool or what?
In other news, my mom's parade of disturbing medical developments continues unabated. Her colon is severely blocked, and thus far all manner of laxatives prescribed by the doctor has had very little effect. It appears that she is going to have to have surgery to remove a section of her colon. Apparently this can be done via laparoscopy, so that's not quite as scary as it could be. It will knock her flat on her back for about a week, but other than that it should be fine.