Out with the old...in with the Mac!!!

So...our computer has been out of commission for the past week or so.  It seems that (at least) monthly we are attacked by a virus of one form or another that shuts us down for days at a time.  I never had these sorts of problems with my Mac...never!!!  I'm totally ready to switch back.  I think Dave is on board too.  The question is when and where will we find the money?? 

I have no doubt that there are plenty of people who are much more computer-savvy than I (an easy feat) who will have valid arguments as to why I should stick with PC's.  I warn you...I will not be swayed!  I have faith in my Mac experiences!

Yet another trip to CHEO....

So we finally have an O.R. date for Emmett's cyst removal.  For those of you who don't know, he has a dermoid cyst in the middle of his face, between his eyebrows.  Most people say they don't even notice it until I've pointed it out.  It's true...it's not that noticeable...but the doctor wants to remove it. 

She says it could grow and become a bigger problem when he's older.  It could even affect the growth of the bone behind it.  The problem is that these are a lot of "ifs", and "could's".  Do I really want them cutting into my baby (again) when there are so many question marks involved?  (And when all this info comes from a plastic surgeon).

It was almost easier when it was his heart because the choices were literally do...or die. 

I really don't care about how it looks.  Emmett is perfect to me no matter what...I really mean that.  It's the complications that could arise by not removing it that are concerning.  But then...surgery has it's obvious risks as well.  You'd think my nursing background would be an asset in this situation, but it's really not.  My nursing knowledge goes right out the window where my kids are concerned.  The stuff I do manage to remember is usually the crazy bad things that could (but rarely do) happen.

I know I need to relax.  This is a common day-surgery.  CHEO has never let us down where Emmett is concerned.  I really believe he's received first class care there.

It's just SO hard to watch them walk away with him down the hall...his chubby little cherub face beaming because he has no idea what's about to happen....It breaks my heart that he has to deal with this on top of everything else!

I tried to find a pic where you could see the cyst...

In the beginning....

So this is my first blog...I'm new to the land of blogging.  I'm hoping not to breach any blogging etiquette, but I figure someone will let me know if I go too far astray.

People seem to have themes for their blogs, but I figure mine will just be about my family, my life, my weight loss quest and my attempt to balance it all.  They always tell you how tough it will be, but until you're there you have NO idea!  At least I didn't....

I guess I'll introduce the main cast of character:  Owen, Felix, Emmett, and Dave.  I have a HUGE supporting cast of family and friends (the best in the business), but I figure they'll be introduced along the way.

Owen

Owen is my oldest.  He's 5 years old, and I always say that he started it all.  He's a really imaginative, well-spoken little man who loves stories and make believe.  He also loves the retro-teletoon channel (Spiderman, Scooby-Doo, Inspector Gadget).  It's a constant battle trying to wean him off of TV.  He'll be starting senior kindergarten this year...I can't believe how fast time flies!!!

Felix is 3 and a little fireball!  He has absolutely no fear....which scares the dickens out of his mom :S  He's crazy active and its hard to slow him down.  He's also my cuddliest boy.  He's a little behind in his speech, so he's in speech therapy.  I kind of don't want him to start speaking properly because its SO cute when he says things like:  I hee a hee-hee (translation:  I see a fishy!).

Felix

Emmett

Emmett is our baby.  He's 1 and just started walking.  It's cute to see his little personality showing already.  He's super stubborn, and thinks he should be able to do all the things his older brothers do.  He's a little nut, and has the hair to prove it.  He's given us quite a run for our money in his first year of life as he was born with a congenital heart defect (an aortic coarctation) which was surgically repaired at 13 days old.  His aorta subsequently narrowed again and has since been corrected with a balloon angio.  His heart is looking good these days, but he's still on blood pressure meds.  You'd never know he's a cardiac kid to look at him though....

Through all of this, Dave is my rock.  I'm so lucky to have a husband who is so involved with me and with the kids.  I count my blessing everyday that I met him and that he puts up with me on a daily basis :)

Anyhow...that's a little preview of my life.  I hope I haven't been to cheesy.  Bear with me as I figure out how to do this.  I used to be a descent writer before nursing made me shorten all my narratives.  I figure it'll come back pretty quickly....