Macaroni and Cheese

Okay, so I'm a sucker. I took the boys to help their cousins pick out a cat at the spca... and you can probably guess the rest of the story.  Steve and I are both questioning our decision to allow Wyatt to name the cat.  He has affectionately named him 'Macaroni and Cheese'.  I can see the thought process - he likes macaroni and cheese...he likes the cat...the cat needed a name.  Viola!  Macaroni and Cheese!  It was a strange conversation when I called to make an appointment with the vet.  When it came to the part when they asked for the pet's name; I have to admit, I was tempted to lie.  But I was honest and provided the given name.  She responded with, "Is that the cat's full name?"  Really?  Isn't that enough?  I suppose they hear all sorts of names.  Anyway, Wyatt loves the cat.  I overheard him yesterday asking the cat if he liked living here.  And I hope that he does although I suspect that Macaroni has some issues with the 100 lb golden retriever who also lives here. It's another step post transplant for Wyatt as he was not allowed to be around animals for quite some time.

Wyatt had his first t-ball game two weeks ago.  He did a great job but doesn't seem to have the same level of enthusiasm as some of the other little guys.  During the game, he made several attempts to run off the field to the concession stand for a hot dog.  And when playing on the field, he refused to leave his marked spot (my little rule follower!).  So, unless that ball comes directly to his feet, Wyatt will not be participating in many plays out there.   I found myself getting a little frustrated at times when I was herding him back to the game.  I had to pause for a 'reminder moment'.  Last year at this time, Wyatt couldn't be outside if someone was mowing a lawn.  And a year and half ago, he couldn't eat on his own.  We were feeding him through his central line.  So, I reminded myself to appreciate his passions even if they are for hotdogs over batting.  And I reminded myself that not so long ago, I would've cut off my right arm to see him run those bases even if it was backwards with a sour face.  It's amazing how well he is right now.   None of the parents would ever suspect how sick he was just a year ago.   So, go Wyatt!  (even if it's just a hotdog you're playing for....)

Wyatt does indeed get a break from clinic until the end of June.  Yeah for that!  We still don't know about his thyroid test results but the doctor can work with us over the phone to start his treatment.  We are thrilled to have a break from doctors for a while (no offense to the doctors because we do love everything they do for us!)  Wyatt told us at his last appointment that he was never going back again.  And also that he was never going to be brave again.  I told him that I didn't believe him as he was certainly the bravest person that I knew but that his demands were noted and we could hope for a break....thankfully someone heard us.

Thanks for reading!