We had a project helping a friend lay sod on Tuesday evening after work. Bubba and Punkin Head went to grandma's. Bubba decided to spend the night. As I was picking up Punkin Head Bubba got out a new box of toys including a musical recorder - you know the type you play? As we were telling him to put the toys away he starts playing. We tell him again to put the toys away and he says, without missing a beat "I know, I know, I just wanted to play a relaxing song." We all nearly fell apart laughing; first of all recorder music isn't that relaxing and second his song was far from any tune I know. Too funny. Too quick with a response. What kind of responses will I get as he gets older? Even quicker and more clever? Scary.
Punkin Head is sick. Seems like she has a little of everything. She sees the doctor in an hour. I hope they find something. She was awake screaming in pain for an hour last night. I called the on-call number and about the time they finally returned my call (THIRTY - yes 3-0 minutes) later she had just stopped.
It sounded like stomach pain to the on-call lady - who was calling from somewhere in Seattle? (Not sure I get that, but I will bring it up when I go in today.) Which is entirely possible. She has a terrible time with being regular. We had even started a new medicine to help her be more regular. It didn't work too well. So I am stressing that there is something wrong with her intestines and thinking of all the worst things that could happen. On top of that we leave for vacation on Tuesday. She has to be well by then, either that or it becomes grandma's problem and I hate the idea of that. So wish us well at the doctor. I hope there is something they can tell me.
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