Day of Rest

Today, when we arrived at church, we suddenly realized that what had looked like something possibly going on with Simon's eye had turned into something definitely going on.  His eyelid, which had been slightly pink and puffy, was now red and very puffy, and these symptoms had thrown a party and invited red eyeball and overactive tear production.  So, I stepped out into the foyer after the Sacrament to make him an appointment at the urgent care clinic.  Then I took Simon to the nursing lounge for some lunch.

When I got back to the chapel, I noticed that Asher had wet through his pants.  Unfortunately, this was the one Sunday on which I neglected to bring him an extra pair, so Asher and I headed home for a change of clothes.  On the way, Asher hummed a little hum, and it went something like this:

Oh, I peed in my paaaaants and my underweaaaar,
So we're going hooooome to get some new ooooooones,
'Cause we have to do that every time I pee in the Sacrameeeeeent.

He obviously has a gift.

I changed Asher's clothes, then drove back to church, handed Asher off to Hugh, collected Simon, and headed to the urgent care clinic.  While we were waiting for the doctor, I let Simon look out the window.  Simon loves looking out the window.  An ambulance passed by and Simon imitated it:  "bwooooooo"  with his voice rising and then falling again.  Previously, all we'd gotten was high-pitched barking noises at dogs in the park, so I was pretty excited.  (Due to the frequency and severity of Simon's ear infections, anything that suggests that his hearing might be normal really excites me.)  "Yes!  That's right!  Bwoooooo!"  And I had suddenly gone from being an apparently mentally sound adult to somebody who makes ambulance noises in the doctor's office.

As it turns out, Simon didn't have an eye infection.  He had another (another!) ear infection that was now irritating his eye.  (Those clever bacteriums!  They totally had me!)  Oh, good.  It's always nice to have something familiar.  

Simon and I snagged some antibiotics and headed back to church just in time to pick Hugh and Asher up.  After talking to several people and chasing Asher around the church a few times, we all headed home for a late lunch and a very late nap time.  And now, Simon is napping, Hugh is napping, and Asher is lying in bed while kicking the wall and singing to himself.  

Unfortunately, this time I can't hear the words.