Special treats for a sick boy

Popsicle at lunch, to cool the fever and get more fluids into Shorty, then pizza for dinner, because he's been very finicky and it's been tough to get him to eat. 

But the dinner video is really less about pizza and more about this vocal little devil, showing off his smarts.

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Lots on my mind lately, but I've been too busy and preoccupied to post.  Work is challenging, in good ways and not-so-good ways, but I have faith that we'll all work our way through what can not be better described as transition, then come out better on the other side.

But I've been keeping up with the scrapping...

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Aunt Cole Cole's baby shower

This handsome devil worked the room of ladies like a pro.

The cupcakes were his favorite part of lunch.

Then he and Miss Presley helped Nicole open gifts and shred tissue paper.

Until the boy found a snuggly new set of jammies for baby Rylan...

And then it became clear our little party animal was ready for a snuggly snooze.

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I'm considerate like that

So Friday morning saw me at the OBGYN's office, bright and early.  So bright and early, in fact, I didn't even get to kiss my Shorty good morning, because he was still in snooze city when I left.

So I'm chatting it up with Amy, catching up on the last year and talking about timeframes for trying for a second baby.  And then we have to get down to the business for which I, completely naked under my leave-it-open-in-the-front sheet gown, was there. Starting with the breast exam.

And Amy jokes that we probably don't even need to do the breast exam, since I'm still breastfeeding at night and therefore probably touching my boobs more than 90 percent of women anyway.  At which point, I open up the gown to expose the gals for Amy.  And then I peer down, catching something slightly amiss.

So I blush briefly, excuse myself and explain that my boy is battling a bit of a headcold.  Because how else would I appropriately preface the act of peeling a 12.5-hour-old, big, crusty, green booger off my right nipple?

Hey, I'm considerate like that.

At which point Amy and the nurse standing by completely lost it, howling with laughter.

Comic relief in extended breastfeeding.  Good stuff.

Some of my best drinking friends

Holy shit, we've been acting like stupid 21-year-olds together for ten years now.  TEN YEARS.

And while we see each other far less frequently than we did ten years ago, and while our visits ten years later involve far less cheap beer and Bankers Club than they used to (well, most visits), we sure do jam as much celebrating and reminiscing into each window of catching up as possible.

Now with our babies.  And toddlers.  And "for the kids" now has a completely different meaning for us, one we're all learning the joys and limitations of along the way.

And how funny it is to watch our littles -- little versions of ourselves -- interact with each other. 

I like to think they'll grow up to be friends. 

Although Erin has already made clear that Cayden will not be allowed into Abby and Nora's East Halls dorm room their freshman year.