two

Two years. Its strange to think it feels so long ago and feels like it was yesterday all at the same time. And I dont even really know what my feelings are about it this year. For once, I'm not quite sure what to write. 


And the fact that Phil is in the hospital and having more surgeries on his knee instead of here with us makes my thoughts that much more foggy. An infection at the site of his ACL repair done 11 days ago caused us to run to the ER yesterday where we (well, he) stayed for 11 hours until they admitted him and found him a room. After a tap of his knee (read: big ass needle stuck in his knee - without lidocaine - and removal of a huge syringe of fluid) they were able to determine he in fact had an infection and would need 2 surgeries 48 hours apart to flush the knee from any infection. Minimum 5 day hospital stay. The chances of this happening are 0.8%. But the classic Boyer luck (or obvious lack there of) strikes again! 


And of course it had to happen on the 26th. We couldn't make it to Henry's grave. I know it's ok and we will get there as a family the next possible chance we get. But I know it means a lot to Phil to be there on Henry's birthday. All I want is for him to start to feel better, start to heal and be able to move around on some kind of normal level. I'll fully admit, I partly want that for my sake, but I really want it so that  he can play with Sam like he used to again. If Sam were a few months old, he could still hold him, play with him, lay with him. But there is no stopping Sam most of the time. If you're playing with him, you are likely on your feet chasing him, following him around, running up and down the stairs, etc. I know Phil misses that right now more than I can fully understand. 


We already miss him and it's going to be a long week without him here. But his buddies are going to do what they do. Sit and wait by the window, watching for Daddy to come home so they can greet him with jowls that curl at the corners into a smile and a wagging tail and an arm flailing yell of excitement. 


We love you, Daddy.

And a few other things we have been up to this past week...

We play really well on our own, but we look to see if someone is near us every 25 seconds. . . 

We carry around random things all day. This day in particular it was an old tissue pack found in an old diaper bag. . . 

We walk around the house and talk as loud as possible and flail our arms around like it's super important.

We discovered we really like spaghetti. And Mommy discovered she really dislikes cleaning it up. But it was fun for all of us.