Date Night and Medical Lesson

It was a quiet morning. There was no company, so Shane and I started to work on one of his presents.

Kathleen and Stu bought Shane a Lego Ninjago fort for Christmas.

I turned pages and assembled pieces while Shane did the majority of the work. I'd occasionally error check, but it was all him! I'd much rather play with Legos or read than have him watch TV.

Honestly, I'd have loved to have built the fort myself. 

Cole appeared halfway past nine. Evelyn stayed home. She felt a little sick yesterday and took a three hour nap! Nana didn't want her to come over on Jama's last day just in case Evelyn was contagious (Jama was scheduled to go on a cruise at the beginning of Janurary and couldn't afford to get sick at sea!).

Nana and Pop took Jama to the airport, so I watched the boys for the morning. They enjoyed Nana's beans and things.

Not to say there weren't wild moments.

Evelyn started to miss Cole too much, so he had to return home.

Carrie and I would have been home all day, but Nana and Pop took over Shane duty and we got to go on a date night! We haven't used a babysitter outside of family since we moved to Charlottesville! Tonight, we went into downtown Greenville (the interstate becomes a normal road!), ate sushi, sampled flavored vinegars, and got ice cream.

Carrie was gracious enough to go with me to the local board game store on the way home. It had a wider selection than the store in Charlottesville. I had hoped to find a used section or some sort of deal. I didn't. The best deal they had (and it was a good one!) was for a game I'd already bought.

The big drama for the night was the "cancer sores" in Shane's mouth. Nana sent us a message as we sat down to order. "Cancer" was a clear typo or autocorrect mishap. Nana's text included a link to canker-sores. Shane said his mouth hurt and he didn't want to eat any food.

Nana and I traded texts for a minute until I sent a, "Wooing my wife. He can eat eggs."

When we got home, we looked in Shane's mouth and there weren't any canker sores. Instead, it was clear he had inherited Carrie's ability to lower his jaw and stick his tongue out longer than usual (He could join a KISS cover band when he's older. His tongue can go past his chin!). The 'canker sores' that freaked out Nana and Pop were his vallate papillae. Carrie recognized them right away. She'd known what they were since she grew up seeing her own.

Honestly, I had no idea what they were until I googled them. I knew the bumps weren't canker sores (I get those), but I've never seen vallate papillae before. My tongue doesn't stick out that far (and I have a very strong gag reflex whenever a doctor tries to peek around back there).