Well, we got up at my usual time, 4:30 a.m., so we could take Drew in to get his tubes this morning. After he'd gotten settled in and drugged up -- a little shot of Versed, and he was acting like a very happy drunk! -- they wheeled him away in his bed, this tiny little body on this huge expanse of mattress, nestled up to his pillow, and Lizzie and I went out to the waiting area to wait with Drew's two Grandmas.

Neither of us had time to even finish half of our coffee. The doctor came out, said it was all done, and everything went great. What a relief.

Now I'm trying to get some work done at home while Mr. Drew babbles on and on in his crib -- he's supposed to be sleeping, but I know he's enjoying his newfound ability to hear his own voice. He's already trying to form words and sounds he'd never attempted before today. It's so awesome.

I think he may have finally drifted off to sleep... Sweet. Later!