Ten minutes after Jason thought Emily was asleep for the night, this is what she was doing:
The joy this little lady brings us...oh...I never knew...
Emily graduated from 24/7 oxygen to needing it only at night.
Do you know what this means???
It means that Mommy and Emily can maybe leave the house without Daddy!
We probably could have left the house without Daddy with the oxygen, but it was such a ginormous pain!
We had this plan to ask the nurse practitioner to change Emily's feeding tube so that we wouldn't have to.
The big chicken wouldn't do it.
You would think we asked her to bungee jump from a really high bridge or something.
I have a Plan B though.
My neighbor is a NICU nurse,
I'm going to offer a batch of chocolate chip cookies in exchange for one feeding tube change.
Emily doesn't have to meet with her cardiologist for two whole months!
In non-Emily news...
I told Jason earlier this week that desperate times call for desperate measures.
Desperate measures = me giving Jason the credit card and saying, "Please husband, I need a treadmill."
Jason has connections everywhere and thankfully we will be getting a really good deal.
We don't have all the space in the world and so we have to rearrange some furniture in order to fit the treadmill into our house.
One of the pieces of furniture we have to move is a futon.
Every time Jason has gone to say something about the futon he uses the word gazebo.
"So we need to load the gazebo into the truck..."
"Are you sure the gazebo will fit into your office?"
How do futon and gazebo go together?
Sometimes I wonder if English is really Jason's first language.
Did any of you watch the episode of Hoarders where there were 77 billion cockroaches crawling everywhere?
Oh. My. Honk.
I'm still scratching.