They eye of the beheld

We hit one of five, yes five, appointments that I scheduled the week of Christmas. I like to make life easy for myself, apparently. Heh. In all seriousness, I told you I'm crazy-prepared. It's true. My preparedness is directly proportionate to how excited I am about something. If I'm not very, it's low on my list and I become a procrastination queen. Christmas trumps most everything.

My Bizzizzy had yet another eye appointment. We were done patching her eye in October. Unfortunately, it made the "strong eye" become the "weak eye". Great. She will need surgery, but the Doc has decided to wait another four months to check it again. Great. Guess what that means? The Queen of second opinions is doing what she does best. That's right. I just really like to be pro-active. Sitting around and waiting is not my style. Sorry. Although I am not "excited" about it, my children's health problems are at the top of my not-procrastinating list.

My Izzy, she makes me happy. She fell asleep in the car today and I didn't realize she was awake until she starts singing, "..I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love..." She's so amazing, that one. Just like the song that I always say is about her and her sisters. Well, the chorus, anyway. (There is a part that might be a little weird if it was.)

"When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing, just the way you are
And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while
Because, girl, you're amazing, just the way you are"

Every time the song comes on now, she just tells me, "Oh, mom! I love you!" And then she starts singing, not caring that the world is listening. That's her style. And I love it.