Sick boy.

The last few nights, Owen has been having various ailments. "My hair hurts, my cheeks hurt, my teeth hurt, etc." We chalked it up to his hypochondriac-itis, and moved along. Until he woke this morning with a 101 fever. Yikes! So, we went in to the pediatrician, and when he asked Owen what was wrong, O said: "My head is hurting me really bad. And my mouth hurts, and I probably have the flu." At which time his dr turned around and started cracking up, because he is all too familiar with Owen and his ailments. ;) Anyways, one look in his mouth, and Dr. Paul said, "O, you've got strep!" Owen was thrilled, because he 1) got to go see Dr. Paul, one of his most favorite people...2) he got fussed over and checked out at the dr....and 3) he got some "pink medicine" aka- amoxicillan (sp, obvi!). He is now laying in his bed for naptime, watching The Sandlot, hopefully sleeping.

Love.

I love when Wade takes a ridiculously long nap, and he wakes up with a big "Oh! Momma!" And then I turn on the video monitor to snoop on him, and see him all stretching and rolling around in his crib, basking in his refreshed self. Love. It.