Being Mothered…and sistered

I don’t have much to share, or any long clever stories, but we did finally make it to AZ. We drove straight through, much to the children’s dismay. We made it. Overall the weather was good, although there were 30 minute periods of time here and there when there was bad weather. I think Colorado Springs was the worst, but we weren’t there long. At one point, Knut stopped to buy chains for the tires before we drove through the mountains, but as it turned out when we arrived at the anticipated most difficult part of the drive , the sun was out and the road was clear.

I’m sitting with my sweet sister, and feeling my two little nieces move around in her belly. My brother-in-law, Tony, has already made us laugh until we’ve cried, and Papa is working on the Swedish meatballs for tonight, and Mom is hovering over him to make sure they stay Swedish meatballs, and he doesn’t enter in any of his “Slovakian flavors”.

Happily, they have forbidden me from washing dishes the entire trip (since my parents wish to spoil me) and I got to wrap Christmas presents this morning in peace as my mom gave the kiddos a bath to wash off the grime accumulated on the trip.

I made an appointment with the doctor, though my aunt who works in the medical field down here tells me it’s far more likely that the cyst will go down on it’s own. I did a little research on that, and there are some research claiming that certain vitamins and herbs will encourage ovarian cysts to drain on their own. It dawned on me that most of the vitamins and herbs suggested are found in “Airborne” and I since I have lots of that on hand for Knut right now, I’m taking some with him. I figure, until my doctor’s appointment next week, it couldn’t hurt. I still plan on having the surgery, but I’m pretty sure that this doctor will want to take his own pictures of it, and come to his own conclusions as well. So I’m trying to stay flexible.

I haven’t seen Knut so relaxed in months, and I couldn’t be happier than see him like this. I think of all of us, he needed this break the most. All throughout this difficult harvest, he said he kept saying to himself when working in subzero weather that it wouldn’t be long until he was in Arizona. It wouldn’t be long until Papa was making him extraordinarily large omelets, and we were able to sleep in as Grammy spoils the kids from the earliest light.

It is so good to be here.

Merry Christmas!