Andrew has to have surgery on February 12. It's a simple surgery, but since he's so little, he has to go under general anethesia, meaning a breathing tube, putting him totally under, etc. I know it'll all be ok, but I am having a tough time. The thought of him lying there knocked out.... it's just too much. I hate thinking of him in any pain. I'm sure everything is going to be fine, but it's still no fun for anyone.
One cute thing though was that at the hospital yesterday, Andrew was getting so angry at us for not letting him crawl around. He would get fussy and upset, but as soon as the door opened and a doctor or nurse would come in, he'd instantly be all smiles and start charming the pants off of them. It was too cute. He's such a little ham.