Being Big

Mighty Mo has been going to the doctors a lot lately. On Monday he had two appointments. The second appointment was a 'poke'. That is Mo verbalizing an appointment that is needle based, either getting a shot or having blood drawn. Mistress and staff still have to do the distractions that all of us need, but he has had so many poke appointments in his life that he just lays his arm out and waits for the lollipop when he is done. In this regard he is years ahead of children his age and quite a few adults as well, myself included. I hate needles. But for him their is nary a tear shed anymore.

The first appointment was a final consult on a surgery to have his tonsils and adenoids removed at the same time. Apparently when done together its a major deal. He has been on progressively stronger antibiotics for the last two months for sinus, throat and lung infections that have not gone away. Over the last 72 hours we have been fighting off a nasty cough turning into bronchitis. In essence his immune level is nil, much like a few years back when many of you might remember he was sequestered for several months from being around school aged children.

Now they are hoping by doing both operations at once, they can boost his immune system in recovery when he is out of school anyway.

As always, on the positive side, he appears to be a cherub of God. He officially is signed up for kindergarten. He played non-stop over the weekend. At one point he and Mistress were in a parking lot and had to get past two redneck hillbillys who were smoking, eating and drinking in the car parked next to theirs. The rednecks leered a bit at them, not bothering to close their doors or give them any space. But Mighty Mo just walked right up, (wearing the exact outfit in photo right) and started charming them. Within a few moments, they had put out their smokes, picked up their liter, closed their doors, laughed jovially and smiled widely as Mo said goodbye to each by name.

The kids got a gravity that just pulls people towards him. I can't describe it. Some blogger saw it a dinner for the PF Chang marathon, where Mo was actually being quite shy at the table. Apparently at some point he put out some kind of vibe to a table of senior citizens and when they left they all just walked by and rubbed his head or touched his shoulder with broad grins on their face. Most not even saying a word, others whispering in his ear. It was almost reverence.