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Father’s Day weekend Jon and I had the great pleasure of having Namine spend the day and night with us. We mostly stayed around the house, playing outside. She loves playing in her playhouse “cooking” us dinner, drawing with chalk, scooting up and down the ramp, and, of course, swinging! That girl could swing for HOURS! I actually make her take breaks so she doesn’t get motion sick, although she never has! “Higher, Grandpa, higher” or “Faster, Grandpa, faster” Is all we hear! We got her a little sand box and she loved playing in that too!
Okay, it turns out that Namine is scheduled for the 2nd after all. le sigh
When Namine’s heart catheterization was scheduled for July 2, it was only because that was the only opening. Even so, we’ve had plenty of experience with Children’s Hospital rescheduling us with hardly a moment’s notice. We were rightl to be apprehensive.
We’re trying to schedule Namine’s heart catheterization for the Fontan.
Load up the Queen song, because we’re going to rock out. Now that summer is here – as far as I know, anyway, Wisconsin weather is fickle – I’m hoping we can get Namine out on her bike more. My aunt found a hand-pedal bike at a hand-me-down place with all kinds of equipment and modified it for Namine’s use.
I have taken apart Namine’s bed. Her mattress now sits upon the floor, and she loves it – much to my surprise, actually. You see, we are giving Namine’s bed, which started life as a crib and transformed into a toddler bed, to Jessica’s friend Emilie, who is expecting a little girl in July.
Namine is being eaten by a dinosaur. Scary!
Namine just called me in to tell me that she’d had a dream about flying. She didn’t want to go back to sleep, for fear that she would have the dream again, this time only to fall. I held her and sang to her until she feel back asleep.
“What are you drawing, Namine?” “A spaceship.” “Why are you drawing a spaceship?” “It’s for Aunt Lydia, because she’s singing in space.” “I think Aunt Lydia might just be singing in Europe.” “Yes. She’s singing in Europe, in space.”