I did not get enough sleep last night and everything little thing is getting on my nerves today. There is a bird outside doing this annoying, constant, one chirp, squeak thingy: squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak. There are 2 little boys inside who are in a funk as well and are saying Mommy/Mama over and over and over and over. There is a nurse inside who likes to make comments on the obvious. I am having all kinds of fun in a funk. Y'all come on over and join the party!
We're heading to Kentucky in a couple of weeks to get a second/family opinion on Nate's urology issues. In addition to being married to Mr. A's very sweet cousin, the doctor we're seeing is also a specialist in this type thing so I know we'll get very good answers to questions and concerns we have. It's nice to have nice, smart people related to you in some fashion. It's especially helpful when you have a daunting surgery hanging over your son's head and need someone to tell it to you straight. We'll only be there one night but we hope to see Mr. A's cousin's family for dinner. (J-, the first thing I thought of in trying to think of a nickname for you is the name of the fan company in Lexington because that has always cracked me up. And while that is a funny name, it's most definitely not true and also not very fitting for a blog name in regards to you, so I'm still thinking.)
Toser is very excited about the upcoming Wow Wow Wubbzy combo birthday party. He's been practicing with Tater on blowing out candles and is lamenting the number of days between now and then. Tater agrees that SOMETHING cool is going on and all but is still not quite sure what the fuss is all about.
A cat seems to have adopted us. Her owner/our elderly neighbor passed away last week and the funeral was in another state. I guess the family forgot about the kitty so we've been feeding it and you know what happens when you feed a kitty-they become yours. Her name is MeowMeow (as named by Toser) and she is picking up where our old cat left off; trying to sneak into the house of very allergic Mr. A, entertaining the boys through the window and catching chipmunks. She's very sweet and I hate she has to stay outside but I guess it's better than the alternatives.
So, um, this was a very disjointed and blah post and I don't know how to conclude it. How about some pictures (Toser at Lulu's in Gulf Shores, his most favorite restaurant in the whole world and Tater with green Fun-dip lips in Speech Therapy):
We're heading to Kentucky in a couple of weeks to get a second/family opinion on Nate's urology issues. In addition to being married to Mr. A's very sweet cousin, the doctor we're seeing is also a specialist in this type thing so I know we'll get very good answers to questions and concerns we have. It's nice to have nice, smart people related to you in some fashion. It's especially helpful when you have a daunting surgery hanging over your son's head and need someone to tell it to you straight. We'll only be there one night but we hope to see Mr. A's cousin's family for dinner. (J-, the first thing I thought of in trying to think of a nickname for you is the name of the fan company in Lexington because that has always cracked me up. And while that is a funny name, it's most definitely not true and also not very fitting for a blog name in regards to you, so I'm still thinking.)
Toser is very excited about the upcoming Wow Wow Wubbzy combo birthday party. He's been practicing with Tater on blowing out candles and is lamenting the number of days between now and then. Tater agrees that SOMETHING cool is going on and all but is still not quite sure what the fuss is all about.
A cat seems to have adopted us. Her owner/our elderly neighbor passed away last week and the funeral was in another state. I guess the family forgot about the kitty so we've been feeding it and you know what happens when you feed a kitty-they become yours. Her name is MeowMeow (as named by Toser) and she is picking up where our old cat left off; trying to sneak into the house of very allergic Mr. A, entertaining the boys through the window and catching chipmunks. She's very sweet and I hate she has to stay outside but I guess it's better than the alternatives.
So, um, this was a very disjointed and blah post and I don't know how to conclude it. How about some pictures (Toser at Lulu's in Gulf Shores, his most favorite restaurant in the whole world and Tater with green Fun-dip lips in Speech Therapy):
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Toser looks just like Khaki!
TyTy
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