It's been a while... Did I say in my last post I'm never moving again... if I didn't, I'm never moving again. Seriously... I'm a creature of habit and I've felt upside down and crazy ever since the move and *need* to get things in order before I loose it.
Evan is doing wonderful. He was so excited to go back to school last week. I have to tell a story about that. Evan's school is awesome... I love them. We walk in on that first day and I know that some of the teachers knew that Evan was supposed to be back that day but also knew that if he ran a fever over the weekend that he would not be there. So.. we walk in and the sign in is across from his room and I can see his friends playing. His two closest friends at school, Olivia and Blake, turn around and see us and they started jumping up and down and yelling for him. Evan beamed. We got signed in and went into the room and they surrounded him. Evan raised his shirt up and said this is my first day back from my heart surgery, see? There was his friend Blake, Olivia and another little girl just hunched down staring at his little chest and the little girls reminded me of little old ladies.... the conversation went like this:
little girls - oooohhh Evan did it hurt
Evan - No... I was asleep but it hurt when I woke up
little girls - awwwh... Evan I'm so sorry
Evan - I'm okay
little girls - awwwhhhh Evan... what are those scratches
Evan - It is my scar...
little girls - awwwhhh... can we touch it
Evan - well you can but be easy, it still hurts a little
little girls - awwwhhh... well Evan then we won't touch it
little girls - Evan, you want to play kitchen
Evan - not right now
little girls - (taking him by the hand) well Evan then lets go color

I left with tears in my eyes... seeing his little friends be so sweet leading him off to color.
Evan had a great first day back and was like he never missed a beat. Me... I cried. Five weeks off with my beautiful, brave little boy. I owe you pictures and if I promise I will post some.
My Mom and brother are taking a much needed vacation to CA to visit family. LA friends - they have a lay over in LA today- could you go hug my Mom for me??? I'm a Mama's girl and I'm so going to miss her this week.
There are some things I want to to write about... as much to share as to have a place where I can read them. I have no memory and seem so forgetful as of late.
During his pee pee crisis - he would be trying to go and he would have sweat on his brow and be trembling with pain and I would be sitting in front of him letting him lean on me and rubbing his back and he would look up and say, "Mommy, I need a kiss" and would pucker his little lips out and we would kiss and both have tears rolling down our faces. The first time he pee'd without pain he cried and through his tears said, "Mommy... it doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore." Since Evan's surgery he often - especially at bedtime will tell me, "Mommy, I Love you, I Love you more than anything." He was telling me this a few nights ago while we were watching the CMA award's (he LOVES Taylor Swift) and fell asleep. The next song was Trace Adkins, "Your Gonna Miss This." I cried and cried. He came home the other day with a picture he drew at school. There were lots of little smiley faces with little stick legs and arms. I asked them who they were and he was saying, "Mommy, Daddy, Mamaw and that one is me." I looked and his had a line drawn down the middle and dots around it. I asked him what it was thinking I already knew and he said, "that is my scar and chest tube scars."
I promise pic's next time.