Good news on the fatty tumor front - Steve got his biopsy results and he is cancer-free. No one was really worried about it (based on the doctor's assurances it was almost certainly nothing), but it's good to get confirmation. And, true to form, Steve's body is healing weirdly and he now has a hideous scar. So now he wishes he had just kept the fatty tumor.
Wm is the most wonderful son on the planet. Steve was yammering on about something upstairs and I couldn't hear him. So he yelled down "lame!" Wm yells, "Mommy is NOT lame, Daddy!! Mommy is BEAUTIFUL!!" Best. Son. Ever.
Wm has been freakishly good all day. I think he is pumped for his trip up North for Thanksgiving. He even suffered manfully through The Dreaded Haircut. I gave him the super chop in hopes of postponing the haircut horror for many moons. But he was actually VERY good this time - limiting his show of unhappiness to sad little moans and continuously asking, "is it over yet?" There was not even one escape attempt!
We are leaving at the crack of dawn tomorrow in an attempt to beat traffic. I'm sure I will have lots of fun Wm holiday pictures when we get back!
Happy Thanksgiving, Everybody!
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