Finals and Finalization

Today was the last day of the term for Micah. The last few days has brought the dreaded word upon us: Finals. The late night cram sessions and study groups has left him weary and worried. He just walked in and announced, "I'm DONE!!". What a relief! He's fairly certain that he got the A's he needed to apply for.....the nursing program. Yes. It wasn't too long ago that he was in school for x-ray technology. He finished the program and earned a degree. He has a great job that he likes in this field, but thinks nursing will offer us more security and a larger home to contain these boys of ours.

I'm proud of him. He'll apply in the spring and we'll take it from there, I guess. I asked, "What if you get in? Isn't this school full time, 5 days per week for, like 2 years? Doesn't it have a crazy internship that requires a huge amount of time at the hospital - unpaid, like the x-ray did? How will we pay the bills?" He responded with, "Yup. It will work out somehow. It did last time, didn't it?"

I love this man's faith. It's a fine example for our sons: If you want it, find a way to get it. No excuses.

And speaking of our sons: We are scheduled for our adoption ceremony at the courthouse on the morning of the 18th!!! The judge will sign Levi's new birth certificate, finalize his adoption and pose for pictures with us. December 19th, 2008 Levi will finally be a Lewis!!! For realzies!! I'm so stoked.

In other son-related news, this past few days has seen Zephan gagging a lot. He's had trouble swallowing his beloved food and drooling in mass amounts. He's been totally reliant on his milk bottles for nutrition, and it wasn't getting any better, so this morning we took him into his physician. There's no infection, no strep, the ears looks good, no fever. The kid just can't swallow anything solid. And when the docs (the 1st doc was stumped, so she brought in another doc...who also ended up stumped) felt his neck up and down, little Zephan's eyes got wide and he promptly freaked out. The consensus was that there may be something in his esophagus which is only allowing liquid through. So, Wednesday morning we're off to the hospital to force a Barium Swallow on our 13-month-old. He has to fast and then drink this contrast stuff, then they'll take pics of the glowing liquid as it goes down.

Sounds like fun!

My worst fear? That it's some sort of tumor, abnormality, or cancerous growth. Goodness knows that his in-utero life was tumultuous at best. Permanent physical damage is not out of the question here.

Second worse fear? Levi clotheslined the kid when we weren't looking and he got some sort of collapsed trachea. Levi tends to be a bit rough with his baby on occasion. But wouldn't we have known?

I don't know if I'll be more relieved or embarrassed if they yank out Solomon's Darth Vader head that's been missing from his action figure.

Poor baby.