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I would post the pictures that I have actually taken, but I can't because my Terrible Toddler PUT MY IPHONE IN THE TOILET TODAY!  (which means not only do I not have pictures, I do not have access to so many things...like MY MOM!) And needless to say, he was very proud of himself.

 He might look cute, but this kid might be the death of me.

This child is a maniac...and this is not my first rodeo.  I have survived three other toddlers, but Titus the Troublemaker is pulling out all the stops and I don't know how to contain him.  Of the two of us, I am thinking only one is going to survive this next year.

In addition to exploring the option of Temporary Adoption of Terrible Toddlers today, Isaac and I made the trek to Primary Children's for his follow up appointment.  We had to be there by 8:30 and by the the time we took rush hour traffic into account, we had to leave home very early.  It was still dark and Isaac was asking the funniest questions and making the most interesting observations as we drove.  I love that kid.  (Sidenote:  Today Isaac was helping me in the kitchen when I said, "Isaac, I love you so much.  I am so, so glad..." I was going to say "I'm so glad you are such a good helper," but Isaac interrupted me and said, "I know, you're so glad Jesus gave me to you.")

Since the doctors have never really seen Isaac's specific condition before, treatment is one step at a time.  They are watching the infected blood clot very closely.  He continues on antibiotics to try to address the infection end of things.  If all goes well, the infection will clear and then the blood clot will slowly break up on it's own, similar to the way any bruise in the body heals.  We are praying that this is the case, and I try not to think about any alternatives because there are so many uncertainties.  Today the doctor reemphasized how important it is that Isaac does not get sick because of the location of the blood clot and the danger that a respiratory infection could pose.  So Isaac remains quarantined.  He does not get to go anywhere.  No one is allowed to come to our house.  The hardest thing for him at this point is not being sick - he feels fine, it is being bored.

Today as I was making my way through rush hour traffic on the 7 lane highway for what feels like the 7,000th time, I felt so thankful for the place I call home. I love where we live.  I love that there is one stoplight in the whole county. I love that I know the butcher at the grocery store, the clerk at the post office, the principal (and custodians) at the school, and the tellers at the bank. I love the support that I feel from so many people in our community.  One night at the hospital the charge nurse asked me if it drove me crazy that everyone in the whole town knew we were at Primary Children's.  I answered, "Not at all.  There are a lot of people that love Isaac.  We need their support."  And we have felt it every step of the way.