We're back from our local children's hospital where G experienced what seems to be a rite of passage for everyone (except R!) in our family: ear tubes. SPH, yours truly and now G can all proudly where a "I survived ear tube surgery" badge. Of course, SPH and I had our tubes in the late 70s, so I am figuring G's surgery style was a bit more modern.
G did great, and he looked so stinkin' cute in his little man hospital jammies that I was bummed we weren't allowed to take any pictures. So imagine my sweet, sweet G in yellow flannel jammies, which open in back:
(pause for mental picture)
In true G form, he flirted, chatted up and smiled at everyone. Even when they took him into the OR, he was a sweet little man, ready for his big ear tube adventure.
When we told R that G was going to need tubes in his ears, he paused and then asked, "you mean like paper towel tubes?? How will that work?"
Thankfully, G's tubes are a bit smaller and went in just fine. He came home with us, ate a bit and is resting...and if my intuition is right, he'll be up and at 'em, like nothing happened in no time.