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Friday morning’s ear tube surgery for Samantha was as quick as expected. Well, quick once the doctor finally arrived. They required Samantha to be present + accounted for at 6:00 am and the surgery was scheduled for 7:30. No food, no water. Carey said Samantha was not a happy camper.

Saxon and I went to the surgical center to find Samantha doing the strange, coming-off-anesthesia crying we were told to expect. The ENT doc said the surgery went well. By mid-afternoon, Samantha was full of energy and this weekend she seemed more active and more giggly than usual (even laughing when her mom put drops in her ears). Let’s hope this works on a fairly long-term basis.

Thank you everyone for your comments, emails & prayers.

Oh, one more note. Samantha, who turned one last month, has recently been showing more signs of moves toward becoming her own little person. Carey and I marvel at how different two little girls, raised in the same home, can be. One example is how incredibly sensitive Samantha has always been. She has been more likely to squawk if something scared her or if she bumped her head than her sister, Saxon.

If Samantha had a secret service code name, I can guess it might be “destructo.” Books, paper, packages, plants, you name it. None are safe around Samantha. One of Samantha’s favorite targets has been the foam edge protector that surrounds the coffee table. I guess it should not be a surprise since every other toddler, except for Saxon, has been attracted to the padding like moths to a flame, quickly attempting to pry it off, rip it and, what? eat it? who knows.

Yesterday, when Samantha grabbed the edge protector and started pulling, Carey offered a firm, “Samantha, No.” Samantha looked a her mother with shock [as if to say, “i cannot believe you just said that to me. gasp.], marched off crying and buried her face in the seat of a lounge chair. Two more times, the exact scene repeated itself.  Tough to keep a straight face.