Yuck

This has been a really crummy weekend for almost everyone I know. Really crummy.

Between IV antibiotics/hospital admission, severely abraded little toes, stitches in one little lip, pukingpukingpuking, and a quick trip to the peds office today with Q, almost everyone has had some kind of medical emergency this weekend. Thankfully, our immediate family has been limited to just a scrip for Zyrtec for Q and a nice little schedule of Tylenol and ibuprofen dosing. I don't think I could take the crying, howling angst that he's been doing lately and any of those other things. The boy is working on three molars and having some crud in his ears from allergies--we think. I'd howl too.

He had a lovely time in PT on Friday. It was his first time having pool therapy. If he could, he would have happy danced all over the place. He was a hoot for his PT--talking to her, letting her just feel the love. Her only concern was keeping him from dunking himself. Again with that part fish thing. He'd make his daddy proud.

Q: What does a baby say when trying to nurse and giggle all at once?
A: Hoing hoing. Try it. You say it and you'll see just how his little mouth was shaped. Really. He said it. Hoing hoing. It makes me giggle. Hoing hoing. The boy's got some skills. Hoing hoing. Hoing hoing. Hoing hoing.

Spotted today, my new favorite bumper sticker: Madness takes its toll. Please have exact change.

Have a super week. Spread those hugs and kisses all around. Here's one to get you started: Mwaaaa. Ooooo-weeee! (Hugs with sound effects.)

'Night. (Oh, I hope.)