Snore No More

Gib is larger than life in many ways, but one of those ways had us concerned – his snoring. Several months of guidance from an ENT later, and it was apparent that his adenoids needed to go. Today was the big day.

Gib was a model patient:

The operation went perfectly. Afterwards, the doctor reported that Gib's adenoids were enormous. Perhaps our boy will stop snoring like a 50-year-old grizzly bear now ...

Gib took the whole procedure in stride and was very happy to get his post-op popsicle:

Gib was hungry when we got home: yogurt, jello, applesauce, oatmeal, pudding, mandarin oranges and a hard-boiled egg (which he dipped in the pudding, naturally):

Hooray for happy endings, and hooray for adenoid-free Gib.

Bunny Love

King Gib IV

Rob and I had our parent-teacher conference at Gib's school this morning. We were given a rave review – soaring academically and socially, a delight to have in class, a leader to his peers, everything a parent could want to hear. We are super proud of our little man, not least of which because he seems to have finally mastered the art of getting to the bathroom in a timely fashion.

Outside of preschool charm and restroom excellence, here are a few of Gib's latest accomplishments: moving to the older group in his music and gymnastics classes, advanced tape distribution (it is sticky around here), expert splashing during swim lessons, nap dropping (so much to do, so little time), enthusiasm for whatever new activities are thrown at him, nude running (some things never change) and reading. He surprised us with that last one just a couple of weeks after his 4th birthday.

Speaking of his birthday, here is the Gibster at his school celebration last month, soaking in the majesty of finally being 4:

No Surprise

"I've decided I want to be either the president or a principal," said Roxi. She paused to think for a moment. "It doesn't really matter as long as I'm the ruler of something."

Honest Assessment

While putting Roxi to bed:
Roxi: What are you going to do now?
Me: I have some work to do.
Roxi: What kind of work?
Me: Well, I have an article to write tonight ...
Roxi: BORING. You should do something fun with Roxi instead.
Me: You crack me up.
Roxi: Whatever.