How To Train Your Dragon Birthday Party

I've put an, as-of-last-night, update on The Kid at the end of this post, for those of you following along.

Okay kids, I got through the stockpile of birthday party photos.

Like I mentioned last week, The Kid had requested a How To Train Your Dragon theme this year, and The Mom waited until the last minute to round stuff up.  Like, I ran to the store to finish gathering, the morning of the party.

And ya know how I mentioned that there wasn't a store in our city still selling anything with that theme? Well, the day before, The Dad saw a bunch of the toys on sale at our local one-stop grocery store.  Go figure.  So apparently I didn't need to sculpt a dragon out of clay after all.  Oh well.

So I went with red and black for colors.  I dug through the attic for fabric for the table,  bought the streamers and balloons the morning of, bought a few of the little plastic dragons that were on super sale at the same time, cut a Toothless silhouette out of my endless supply of black contact paper, bought some red tulips, and used our everyday dishes for dinner.

He requested soft tacos, so that part was pretty easy.  For apps, I did chips and salsa, and a stuffed jalapeno popper cheese ball.

I bought a bag of instant horchata to make Yaknog, which is from the second movie, and put it in a punch bowl.

For the adults, I had champagne with Dragon Blood (cran-raspberry juice) and Dragon Drool (OJ).

There's gonna be a ton of photos, but I figured I'd cram them all into one post, instead of trying to break it up.

I'll start with the calm before the storm.  

When everything's ready and I'm chillin' on the couch, waiting for the first knock at the door.

The dining room table.

 Don't mind the wonky tulips, that were already following the sun.

The Yaknog station.

The Girl, rockin' her viking gear, aka, more fabric from the attic.

She made her own sign for the punch bowl.  :)

The contact paper Toothless.

And the cake, of course.

The Kid requested carrot cake, so I made the only recipe I ever make because it's the best in all the land.

With cream cheese frosting and pecans on the sides.

For the top, in addition to the clay Toothless, I used rock candy and gummy sharks, that were supposed to look like fish.

Before dinner, we did presents.

His homemade card from my mom.

The dopey dog.

His new bike from Grammy and Grandpa.

The Cat, looking quite annoyed.

Much better.

Trying to be paparazzi, and failing.

The cutest, sweetest, most loved, nine-year old boy in all the land.

Dinner time.

And last, but certainly not least, birthday cake time.

They're mostly typical Mindy, after-dark photos, aka, blurry, but I have to throw them in.

The Happy Birthday song.

Yes, The Girl rocked the viking gear all night.

And looky what I found when I emptied the camera.

I suspect my brother-in-law is to blame.

Yes, it's a rare sighting of The Mom.

And for those of you who made it through all that, I have a Kid update.

I feel like I should start off by saying, we are super lucky to have a really awesome doctor.

I say we, because he's my doctor, and the kids' doctor.  His mom was my doctor before she retired.  She delivered The Kid.  Well, she grabbed him by the butt and helped pull him out - he was a c-section baby.

She's also the one who found the lump in my breast that was biopsied and ultimately found to be nothing of concern.

Her husband was even The Dad's doctor for a short minute.  Their daughter is a doctor, too.  And their daughter-in-law.  Clearly there's some good genes in that family.

So with that little lead-in, I got a call from him last night.  I wasn't expecting to hear anything until at least the middle of the week, so I was SUPER excited to hear his voice.

The EEG was read by a neurologist and he was able to have a conversation with her yesterday.

The seizures in the report presented as typical Absence seizures.  So the preliminary diagnosis has been officially confirmed.

BUT, (there's always a but), Absence seizures are typically a frontal lobe deal.  I don't know exact statistics, but, in general, that's where the abnormal firing is happening.

In The Kid's case, all the funny stuff is happening in the back of the brain.

Not typical.  Not common. 

Sooooo, we're moving forward with the MRI.

Our doctor put in the order last night, so I should be getting a call to schedule it in the next day or two.

I won't bore you with all the details of that, but it's an hour appointment, the first half he's in the machine as normal, the second half he'll have an IV with some sort of dye.

We're going to attempt to do it without sedation.  If any boy can hold still for an hour, it's mine.

I'll sit down with him before the appointment, hopefully with a YouTube video, to go over everything that it will involve.

The goal is no surprises.  He's already completely over all of this.  Just knowing that he has another doctor's has upset him enough.  

The original 6 - 8 week waiting period for an appointment with the neurologist has been bumped out to 3 months.  At this point, today, an appointment isn't that important.  She's communicating with our doctor, so that works for now.

If the MRI comes back with something more pressing, then we'll consider changing to another pediatric hospital with a shorter wait time.

In addition to all that, the neurologist recommended starting him on anti-seizure medication right away, so that has been called in to our pharmacy.

He'll start out with half dose for a week, then bump up to full dose.  After a week of that, he'll have to go in for blood tests to check liver function and blood count.

I don't love the idea, but for now, I'll go with it.  The thought of giving my little kid heavy duty meds scares the crap out of me.  

If this turns into what looks like long-term seizure treatment, I'll be doing some deeper research into alternative medicine.

So that's the latest.

It's a lot.

It's a lot for The Mom and Dad and it's a lot for him.

Thank you again for the daily emails and prayers.

This is new, and worrisome, and scary, and awful, and all-consuming, and I'll take all the positive energy I can get.