Gall Bladders are So Yesterday

Light blogging, due to trying (with dubious success) to balance work, being super preggers, JVL's gall bladder surgery (last week) and two sick kids (read: three dependents, not two, and possibly even four if you count Peanut, who has developed a frustrating yet tenacious affinity for sitting on my sciatic nerve). Anyway, two things I wanted to write down before they escape me.

My fantastic parents  came down for a couple of days to man the fort so I could be with JVL at the hospital all day and to help me take care of everyone. At one point, I gave Cordelia an Andes chocolate mint (she LOVES them). Dad said teasingly to her, "Oh, Cordelia, I love those! Can Pop-Pop have a bite?"

She looked wildly around, then steadied her eyes on his and said, thinking fast, "Um, well...um, sorry Pop-Pop, but no! These candies are just for girls. They are not for gentlemen!"

And this morning, after a long and restless night of fever and coughing, Cody appeared beside my face, coughed heartily into it, then said, "Mom? During the night, I had a village."

"A village?" I queried?

"Yes. I had a village that Baby Peanut--good morning, Peanut!--is a boy. A boy. That was my village."

Groggily, I replied, "Oh! You mean you had a vision. Like a dream?"

He answered, "It was not a good dream. Because I want Peanut to be a girl so Daddy and I can be outnumbered and be just the guys. And have our guy time be just the same." He continued, grimly, resignedly. "But in my village you and Cordelia were outnumbered instead. Peanut, I love you to the North Pole and back but I hope you are a girl."