November 26th

I suppose I should have known what was coming just from the sneezing...I was hopeful that it was just teeth...which could be helped.  You were up and miserable almost all night.  Finally I decided to take you downstairs and watch some Sesame Street with you... Between Sesame and Sweet Baby James you were back down in just under three hours (?!!!).

When you woke up we went to Target, came home, and slept...woke up and played a little bit, and slept.  You ate a mini popcicle, played some drums...and slept.  God I hope you feel better tomorrow... Sweet snoring boy...

November 25th

You made us breakfast - kale and cheddar omelette...nicely done, Sir.  We had a wee dance party, and then a large nap...and then off to G&G's where you played some piano with Grandmapa and then went to see Aunt Phyllis and Uncle Billy while I went to work.

You fed me soup (are you not the sweetest creature that ever sweeted?!) and we played with blocks and read some books and then came home to go to sleep.  You're either about to have another wretched teething moment or be sick.  I don't even know which to hope for :(

Sleep well and long and healthy yourself Mister!