Going Under the Knife

My surgery is scheduled for September 22. They'll scope my knee and clean up the meniscus. I'm excited to get it done because I really want to get my activity level back up to normal, but I imagine next week I'll be freaking out a little. I've never had surgery and the idea of being on crutches with a 2-year old in the house sounds a little daunting...

And, yes I realize I'm not technically going "under the knife" with a scope but I thought that title was a little more catchy than "going under the scope".

Fix My Bike!

Evy's "bike" was squeaking like crazy on a recent walk around the block. I told her, "We need to ask Daddy to fix your bike." When we got back to the house I was trying to figure out what part of the bike was making all the noise and Evy went into the garage. A few minutes later she came running out of the garage with two screwdrivers and said "Fix my bike!" I think she's been watching too much Handy Manny.

Credit Where Credit is Due

I've been struggling with knee pain on and off for more than 10 years (yes, I know I sound like an 80 year old). In May, I went back into physical therapy because the pain had gotten worse. After 12 weeks of physical therapy and a shot of cortizone I was still at the same level of pain. Along the way my brother, who is a physical therapist, said he thought I had a torn meniscus. My PT brushed that diagnosis off and the M.D. who initally consulted with me also didn't think that was the case. Well, guess what! I had an MRI yesterday and it showed that I have a torn meniscus! I'm waiting to get an appointment with the surgeon and in the meantime have probably just set myself up for hearing, indefinitely, about how brilliant my brother is...

Go Hawks

A game day tradition; everyone in their gear ready for the first game of the season.


"I freakin' hate it when my parents dress me up in this Hawkeye crap and take my picture"

Happy Birthday Daddy!

Evy was so excited to tell Scott happy birthday this morning! She smiled really big and kind of whispered it to him when she woke up. We've already sang happy birthday to him several times--we had to start practicing last night. Evy is a lucky little girl. Scott is a great dad. Evy knows it too--she's mostly a daddy's girl.

Same Chair, Bigger Baby

Pony

I wear my hair in a ponytail. A lot. Evy calls it my "pony" and has started asking "Eddie Pony?" Poor, bald baby. There is no way to turn her 4 fine strands into a legitimate ponytail, but I did my best and crafted this pathetic "pony." Evy thought it was so cool, and really that's all that counts.