Simon is the boss of cancer.

My boy has cancer.  They think it's a Wilms tumor.  He's having surgery tomorrow.  Everything is happening so fast.  I know he's going to be fine but it's going to be a rough road ahead.  Prayers are appreciated.  I'd write more but it's hard here at the hospital with this little computer.  I'm a bit overwhelmed by the offers for help and all the prayers.  He certainly is one loved little boy.

One Year Old

Simon turned ONE!  I can hardly believe the little man he's become.  My parents came down to spend his birthday with him.  It's always such a joy and a treat to have them here.  I love seeing them both get so excited about being with him.  Being grandparents really suits them.

They got here the night before, just in time to help the husband put together the bike.  It was a nice little rite of passage.  In the morning we did presents, saving the bike for last.  We had a balloon tied to it and frankly, he was way more excited about the balloon.  But that's okay.  He got a pull toy doggie and car puzzle from Grandma and Grandpa and a couple of books and drum from us.


Then we went to the zoo.  He had a hard time seeing the animals.  We stopped for lunch and carried on to the petting zoo, after which he promptly fell asleep.  I was the mean mommy and woke him up when we got to the playground at the park.  We went on the swings and then the train and headed home.

Dinner plans were scratched.  I wanted to go out for Italian, but Simon was cranky and would not take a nap.  He finally went to sleep and we opted for ordering pizza because it was getting late.  Grandma and Grandpa Leavitt came over for cake and ice cream and photos.  It was a grand time for all.