Christmas Spirit

Yesterday was OK. Maxx was so fussy all day. He has a diaper rash and I think he may be getting a tooth or two. Makes for a long day. I just feel so bad for him because he is normally just as sweet as can be.

With having so many stops to make last night and leaving once Dan go home, we decided to eat out. We have now realised that our days of eating out are numbered unless we go to places that "kids eat free". Maxx ate an entire kids meal. The boy loves to eat!

While we were eating a lady was getting her drink and spilled it. She said, "sh$#". She then noticed that we had kids sitting right there and said, "I mean shoot". She then turned red and apologized for cursing. I was really surprised and so thankful she did. Most people curse with my kids around and don't think a thing about it. I was going to stop on the way out and thank her for being conscious of my kids, but they had already left. She made my day.

This afternoon we go see the Neuro surgeon about Dan's CSF leak. I am very anxious to see what he has to say. I haven't been in the happy Christmas spirit yet. I have been in the sad Christmas spirit though. I think it has to do with the fact that everything is so up in the air about Dan being home for Christmas. The more I think about it the more it bothers me. Not for me, but for him. I know how he is really not looking forward to having this surgery again. I know it was HELL for him last time and this time will probably be even worse. Until you have been there, it is very hard to watch the man you love having to go through anything like this. Last time I never cried until he was out of surgery, then I kind of lost it. I just hate that the surgery didn't work. We prayed and prayed for healing and I just don't get why God doesn't answer our prayers and makes us go through things some times. There is a reason for everything and one day I know we will realize what the reason was.

If he isn't home for Christmas, we have decided that we are going to wait until he is home befoer we have The Pingel Five Christmas. Just have a late Christmas. I did tell Noah that if dad is in the hospital that we will take his Santa gift to the hospital and then dad will get to see him open it. Noah seemed fine with that.

I'm sure once all is said and done, things will be fine. I am just trying to take things one day at a time. I know this Christmas will be one to remember. Just another day in the journey of being The Pingel Five!