So there we were - at the hospital - 5:45 a.m. Tuesday morning. Mark and I are both sleep deprived and stressed out. Kyle's surgery would take place at approximately 7:30 a.m. Jacob and Kyle were both wide awake and ready to go... It was early - especially for our family - we are the "Sleepers" - you know, the 9 a.m. get out of bed - noon get up and go kind of family... Tuesday? We saw the sunrise. I don't remember the last time I saw the sunrise. Oh wait - I do - I remember one day around Thanksgiving I had to be into work before 7 a.m. - and I actually made it - except the whole way there I kept thinking that there was something wrong when it was DARK on my way TO work...
Anyway,
So you know, I think any 4 year old child that is up way early after staying up way too late will become overtired. At our house, we refer to this as "Loopyville" - a description I believe I picked up from my sister.
Whatever it was - Jacob had it.
Picture this...
Kyle is out of surgery, out of recovery and ready to go home. The nurse comes to our room with the wheel chair and tells me to sit in it and put Kyle on my lap - hospital policy. Mark goes ahead to get the van by the door. Jacob? He decides, and even convinces the nurse, to let HIM push me out of the hospital.
Around the corners, through the cooridors, through the Lobby - this is what I hear and so does the rest of the hospital...
"Tarzan the monkey-man, swinging from a rubberband. He don't care. He don't swear. He don't wear any underwear."
Over and over and over.
Jacob is entertaining everyone who hears him....
My face is red.
The nurse's face is red.
Jacob is smiling from ear to ear.
What a monkey. I wouldn't trade him for the world.
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