More Therapy

I took Tate in to see the Good Doctor today, and as usual, he was suddenly healed as soon as we walked in the door. What is up with that? He kept me up all night hacking and sneezing; was completely listless yesterday; and has refused to eat anything for the past 24 hours...but, miracles of miracles, we walked in the door of the Good Doctor's office AND he was instantly healed. I don't know why we even bother with meds....just enter the threshold of the clinic. Seems to work everytime.

In addition to being wiped out from the long night, I am dealing with a frustrating situation with someone that I used to call my friend. Hurt feelings is an understatement. I'm so tired of being a doormat.

While I was trying to stay awake and wipe the shoeprints off my face, I ran across a couple of cute YouTube videos. I don't know what struck me about this one in particular, but I laughed out loud when I saw it. In fact, I'm still giggling. I love the little British accent of the oldest brother, and I love that the baby snickers at the sight of his brother's red finger.

Humor me by watching what made me giggle today. Maybe you'll laugh, too.





Still giggling. Love the way that kid says, "Cha-lie bit mae." Wonder what I can do to get Tate to start talking like that.

(Go here if you want to see what parents do when they have TOO much time on their hands!)