great news!!!

Dolan's test results all came back in the clear! The cancer hasn't metastasized, and the tumor biopsy came back as a low-risk type of neuroblastoma. He'll be closely monitored for some time yet, but it's extremely likely that he may get out of this without even needing chemo or radiation! It's the best, best case scenario, and I am thrilled for D and his family. Thanks to everyone that kept Dolan in their prayers. But keep sending good thoughts their way, as well as my cousin's baby, Kali, who is still awaiting the results of her liver biopsy. Here's a link to my cousin's blog for anyone who knows Tracy and wants to follow Kali's progress:

http://ourspecialbaby.blogspot.com/

I know I owe a post, or twenty. I am the worst blogger ever. I am just soooooo freaking tired after chasing our maniac around. Just as an example, today I made the mistake of trying to get some shopping done at the mall since I am lacking in summer maternity clothes. While in the dressing room, I gave Graydon some crackers to try to distract him. He immediately dumped them all on the floor, then stomped on them and ground them into tiny pieces. Then, while I was trying to clean up cracker crumbs, he grabbed my pants (I was in my underwear) and took off running toward the store exit/into the mall. So I had to throw on the pants I was trying on and sprint after him, by which time he had already made it out the door and was heading for the escalators, all the while laughing hysterically. So I ran out and grabbed him while wearing my as of yet not paid for pants and the store alarm went off. Sigh. Then I had to convince the store employees that I wasn't in fact shoplifting. Then I felt guilty because of the store alarm and the crackers mess and so I bought the pants even though I don't like them. And seriously, at this point we had only been at the mall for fifteen minutes.

We lasted only ten more, after an ill-considered detour into a toy store, in which Graydon threw a MASSIVE fit because I wouldn't take the trucks out of their boxes so he could play with them. He swept an entire shelf of stuffed animals onto the floor, and after I spent five minutes putting them all back in place, I had enough and we were out of there. Time spent to get to the mall and back? 50 minutes. Time spent in the mall itself? Twenty, MAYBE twenty-five after paying for parking. It suuuucked.

How in the world do people manage this with TWO? arrgh.