I had to miss seeing Rene do the elf dance at school with his class in the Christmas performance. I was very sad about this, but it would have been silly to keep him out of school to avoid that flu, then put him in a packed gymnasium with everyone and their parents! I'm glad I paid attention to feeling sad about this because at work I've had some reminders that other people did get to see their kids at their Christmas performances and I was able to notice my own sadness and not drop into any jealousy. The important thing is getting to spend time with Rene every day.
He had a great time having his Grandfather visit him for two weeks. Grandpa bought him a huge Lego Star-wars ship and played with him a lot. He also helped him to do some of his school work that his teacher had sent home for him to work on. I find the evenings go buy so fast between coming home from work and bedtime that I can't really get much school work done with him.
Thanks to Colette Hopkins, one of the Team 4 Hope (http://www.team4hope.com/) members, who is a photographer (http://www.colettehopkinsphotography.com/) we got our family photos taken! Luckily, Grandpa was here, too, so we got to have him in the pictures, too.
Also, thanks to Colette, who happens to know the Sidney firemen, Rene got to go on the absolute best tour of the fire hall and ride around Sidney in the ladder truck. Rene was on the CB talking to the other trucks and the dispatcher! It was a really special time and the men, especially Corey and Jay, made sure Rene had a great time and learned a lot. They got the idea to give Rene a ride around in the truck and asked for special permission, which was granted. They were really generous with their time and all of them were wonderful hosts.
They even set up a little burning building and small fire hose to put out a fire. They helped him crush pop cans and oranges with the jaws of life. I had a blast riding in the back of the truck listening to Rene on the radio and watching his little head bouncing in the seat (he was riding shot-gun). His face was glowing and framed by the headphones that they wear to communicate on the radio. I was checking to see how many pedestrians would notice that there was a child riding shotgun. Nobody looked too shocked. Colette took pictures, so I'll put some up later.
When he got home he spent the evening enjoying the learning toys and art supplies another one of the Team 4 Hope, Melissa Drolet, gave him. It was so kind of these women to come help us all enjoy the, afternoon. Lisa Hopkins, Melissa, and Colette all rode along with us so I had someone to exchange grins with when Rene was telling the other firetrucks in the caravan that we were approaching a light and would turn left and all of the other great announcements he made. He was particularly proud of himself for teasing Corey about his driving. "Hey 905, you'd better watch where you're going," he said as Corey was lining up the truck to back into the fire hall.
On the way home, I stopped for gas and, of course, Rene washed all my windows for me. He climbs on the hood so he can reach the windshield, which is not my favourite, but he can't resist - even when I tell him not to. Obedience is not Rene's strength. :) I did have to put a stop to him washing the top of the car. It was one of those comical parenting moments. I was talking to his father on the phone in Spanish about Christmas tree prices and options and Rene was on the hood of the car washing the roof. The guy next to us, was filling his tank and grinning, especially when I told Rene, who didn't want to miss any spots, we'd better get going to get out of other people's way. If he only knew. I told the guy, "I have too much help."
Mid-week last week when I came home, I found Rene at the table doing homework. "Hey mom!" he shouted, "my hair is falling out." He leap out of his chair, pinched some hair on the crown of his head and pulled. Sure enough a bunch of hairs come out. I told him not to pull it, since last time (for chemo 2 in Kindergarten) his hair had gotten loose like that, but then never fell all of the way out, just got really thin in cycles, so it looked like it had been crimped (remember the 80s?). He's been leaving it be, but tonight I saw a lot of little hairs in the tub and there were a bunch on his pillow as well. Luckily, it didn't seem to bother him. They can be very pokey. If this keeps up, we'll have to shave it ff.o We'll find out soon enough. Good thing he looks cute bald. Really, baldness is the least of my worries. Sometimes I think I'm crazy going to work every day as if Rene didn't have neuroblastoma.