Are we ready? I think we're ready.

Brian's last solid meal until April:  Cornish pasties with gravy.  Beef, onions, potatoes and turnips in a crust, with onion gravy.  After the first couple of  bites, he looked at the clock and asked, "What time do I have to stop eating?"  Midnight.  We have to be at the hospital tomorrow morning at 7 am.

I got carried away with the chopping and ended up with too much of the onions, potatoes and turnips, so I put it in a skillet with some frozen hamburger patties and made what will become pastie puree in a few weeks.  Brian was kind of touched that I had made that, instead of weirded out.  We'll let you know how that turns out, once he graduates from liquids to mush.  

I sorted Brian's things into what needs to go to the hospital (dry erase board, bed organizer, etc) and what stays home (mirror, gelato spoons, etc).  I told him he should pack just some toiletries, and then I realized they won't let him shave, even if he wanted to, and he won't be able to brush his teeth, so I guess I'll just toss his deodorant in my purse.  He is going to make sure his phone and iPod are charged up, and he'll set up his electronic toys in the family room tonight, since he knows his dad and I are hopeless at that.  

We've got jello, pudding, broth, frozen fruit, and plenty of baby food in the fridge.  

I'm going to spend the night at the hospital with him, partly for my own peace of mind, but mostly so I can see how and what he does, and what's normal.  They might send him home on Wednesday, and I'd feel a lot more comfortable with that if I've seen how it all works.  

Brian has agreed to address his attentive public via video tomorrow morning before the surgery, so stay tuned!

(Gratuitous cute dog photo)