I passed "you shall not pass", storm Gandalf

Most of you don't know that Charlie has different pupil sizes. His pediatrician isn't worried but referred us to a specialist anyway, who also isn't worried, but recommended we go ahead and get an MRI for the remote chance it's a neural blastoma. Great.

Mom came up Thursday night to help, in time for snowmageddon. It took about 3 hours to get home. Because the streets werent thoroughly plowed, my truck couldn't make it up the hill, and after several tries, she had to hoof-it about 150 feet in 12-14 inches. Once we ate and got Tommy in bed, I donned my new winter work-wear (thank you D!), helped my neighbors tow my truck up the hill, and cleared a few driveways.

The MRI was scheduled for 630am the next morning. When I got up about 430 am, there was another 18+ inches on the drive, and our culdesac hadn't been plowed yet.

After some hand shoveling. I shoveled the drive and part of the street so I could get a running start (the road was pretty good just outside the culdesac).

We made it to the main drag!

This was about 530am.

After narrowly dodging several idiots heading back uphill to the hospital, this was the clock in the waiting room. We made it!

 

Food was restricted for the MRI, but Charlie was in great spirits despite being hungry and up way too early.

Tommy likes to play with Katie's hair bands. They end up everywhere, like in my shoes.

 

After hours of shoveling snow, white-knuckle driving, an hour of forms and waiting, the NP sent us home because he's still coughing a bit from croup. This is despite Katie discussing with the hospital a couple days ago, and being reassured he'd be fine unless he was deathly ill and coughing profusely. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Oh we'll, at least we have a nice weekend with grandma, covered in about 30" of gorgeous snow!

Taking a nap with grandma.

 

 

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