Somehow I'm curious how kids survive to adulthood when parents are involved. And I'm simply talking about the regular, loving, but sometimes very stupid parents, like myself. One day, I will look back at all of this, get past the guilt, and laugh. Wait. I think I already am... Anyways, to the boy-os-- Hopefully, when you talk about all this in therapy one day, you will remember these heartfelt apologies.
And yet Pacey seems to have a great appetite and enjoys food. Except for carrots... I'm sure there's no connection.
Even so, Gage's hearing appears to be fine. Except when he doesn't want to listen.
Oops. I think this is probably the most embarrassing mommy moment; however, Gage's manual dexterity doesn't seem to have suffered. His DS playing is still up to par.
I blame the nurse who distracted me. And it only required one band-aid, which made our location synchronistically fortunate.
Totally a result of too little sleep. And most of the time they had a hat on anyways. So it's all good.
I'm not sure why the empathy didn't kick in automatically here. It was pretty funny. And he has a hard head. (All of the carrier head-banging training apparently has paid off ...)