Eh, I have a bit of a cold. I woke up aching all over and couldn't believe it was morning already. Yesterday we spent the afternoon at the Cancer Center for Ernie's infusion. The nurse who finished him up was talking about how long it had been since she'd seen him---giving him his Zoladex shot back at the old Cancer Center in Dr. Sapiente's office. It was one of those times when it struck me how loooooong it's been since he was first diagnosed. April 8, 2004 if I recall correctly. Owen was only two years old.....Leo four. A long time ago.
On the way to the parking lot the phone rang and it was the Memorial Company asking for directions to my mother's grave. Yes, we are FINALLY having the final date put on the headstone. And yes I know it's been a year and a half since she died. Some things, even though they are little things, just seem so final that they are hard to do. Yesterday evening we got some paperwork from our lawyer. I was tired and sniffy at this point. Ernie read the letter the lawyer had sent to the IRS (the IRS seems to think we owe them $12,000 from my parents' estate and we're trying to explain that we don't) and there was a line explaining that their estates had not been probated because they were nominal. And I burst into tears and said, "their estates WEREN'T nominal." I know, I know....I love our lawyer and I know she was just referring to the fact that their estates...well, they WERE nominal financially (hence no probate) but somehow it just seemed like such a sad word. Owen came darting in and Ernie explained why I was upset. He came over and hugged me and told me he understood. Then Leo came in the room and hugged me, then came back and hugged me again, and then again. I was so touched. I love those boys so much.
Leo has a field trip at school today and has been chatting happily about it. A happy Leo is a wondrous thing. Owen, well Owen is trying to convince me that since Ernie and I got iPhones he should be able to buy a Iron Man Hot Toys doll for $170. I have tried to explain that it doesn't work that way. He just sighs and wonders why we get everything we want. So then I explain to him that there are MANY things I want that I don't get. He wants to know what and I swear to God all I could think of was a Le Creuset Dutch oven. He wasn't impressed. I came up with other things but I don't think I ever convinced him. That boy will be the death of me but lord I love him. Back when he was two all he needed to make him happy was his firefighter coat and hat. I remember him trotting after me at the Cancer Center nibbling on cheerios and wearing his firefighter outfit....so confident that he looked just like a firefighter....
Here he is on Halloween that year....and Leo as a doughnut...yet again. How many years was he a doughnut? Had to be four or five..... My sweet peas.