Josh had various stomach/gallbladder/esophogus tests done this week, and as a result, Misha and I have spent a lot of time in hospital waiting rooms lately. Both Monday and Friday we went to Sioux Falls to wait while Daddy saw the doctor. (Diagnosis: he needs his hyperactive gallbladder removed.) So while Daddy had IVs put in, scans done of his gallbladder, and sensors and cameras stuck down his throat, Misha got to entertain himself and everybody else in the waiting room. He has suddenly become extremely sociable. When it was just the two of us in the room, he colored and played cards peacefully (playing cards in photo above), but the second someone new walked in, he jumped off his chair with a "Hey! Watch this!" as he started to blow his balloon around with a straw. He soon engaged the newcomer in a game of balloon catch while dancing and chatting. He seemed to especially like older people. When an older couple came in and sat down, Misha asked me, "Is that Great Grandma and Great Grandpa?" I told him they probably were to somebody, and they said, yes, they had four great-grandchildren. He soon had them playing balloon with him. Then he bluntly told them, "My Great Grandma died. She went to the hospital and had a decoration and some medicine, but it didn't work and she died." They said that was too bad. On Friday, he met another old couple that were as entralled with him as he was with them. He danced and jumped and made them smile with high fives and drew pictures for them. One of the first things he told them was, "My Great Grandma died." Luckily he didn't dwell on that topic! He thought the hospital was a great adventure - he loved exploring the hallways, running up and down the ramps, and eating a meatball sub in the cafeteria. "I like this place!" he told me.
We got to go see Daddy when he was waking up from the anesthesia after the upper GI scope. Misha cuddled in the hospital bed with him. (If I had had my camera, I would have taken a picture and posted it for you. It was so cute.) However, he soon became wiggly and before I knew it, he had lifted up the curtain and chirped "Peekaboo!" to the old woman next to us who was recovering from some sort of colon surgery. Luckily, she laughed and said "peekaboo!" back. We kept reminding Misha to talk quietly and not to run around because people were sleeping and trying to get better. No one seemed to mind him though - on the contrary, everyone thought he was charming. And he knew it, too, because he kept showing off every chance he got.
Misha trying to stay warm after a shower.
Our great new step-stool! Perfect for brushing his teeth.
Mommy and Misha cuddling.
We worked on a picture together. I drew a princess in a castle, and then Misha added the 'mean guy with the sword.' You can see the holes he poked in the castle.
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