Speaking of Adelaide, she had her first appointment with the pediatric ophthalmologist. Everyone in the office was very kind, which we appreciated, even if getting her eyes dilated is not Daughter's favorite thing.
The woman who put the drops in warned us that it often takes 8-10 hours for pupils to return to normal after dilation, but because Adelaide has lighter-colored eyes, it would most likely take longer. Adelaide and I both wondered why the heck this was, and naturally, Dr. Google had an answer: The darker your eye color, the more melanin is present in your eye (which I knew), and that melanin acts a kind of filter (which I did not know!), so people with less melanin in their eyes- those with lighter-colored irises- are usually affected more quickly and for longer periods of time than those with more melanin. Fascinating!
Other than learning about melanin and its effects on dilation, the doc gave us a course of action for Adelaide's eyes. We have cheapo glasses on the way (cheapo because we don't know how long she'll be in these before possibly changing to a different kind-- zenni.com, friends who want cheap glasses), and an MRI scheduled for next week to slap down the troubling red flags raised by her combination of symptoms. I was still a little freaked out after the appointment, but God put my own personal Florence Nightingale (except she goes by Jessie) in my path who told me exactly what to do and where to make the appointment and where to get the cheapo glasses. I swear to you nurses could achieve world domination if they weren't so busy saving the rest of us rubes.
Two of the kids had parent teacher conferences. We found this on Atticus's locker and it was all I could do to maintain my composure. Thankfully I had our son's face staring up at me; seven-year-old boys don't exactly appreciate their mothers embarrassing them at school with tears.
We've maintained our wild lifestyle with this week's game de rigueur, Mancala.
I really thought the boys were too young to grasp how the game is played, but Derek taught them and I was proven wrong, which really is nice sometimes. They even managed to sneak a game in this morning before school. You know you love something when you ask to play it at 7 a.m.
We've been entertaining a distinguished visitor to our hydrangea bush.
I am alerted to his presence not by anything as bourgeois as a doorbell; no, only a Caedmon will do, who cries out in delight anytime his new friend is near.
Caedmon never misses an opportunity to educate the ignorant on the way of the Calvin and the Hobbes. The cardinal seems to be a willing student.
I hope you all had a wonderful, wonderful week, full of your own versions of Mancala and cardinals, but hopefully noticeably devoid of pupil dilation.