bitty has been well, bitty. he's totally fine after his experience with croup. back to school and his normal self. tuesdays i am home with him. i truly do like running errands with him (call me crazy) but it gets us out of the house, we see and talk about new things, and i think it is important for him to know that sometimes you just have to run errands with your old lady.
so tuesday i load him up to head to michaels at traders point. i'm finding all the supplies i need and he was being pretty good. he wants in the cart. he wants out of the cart. he wants to walk. he wants me to carry him. he wants to lay in the aisle. he wants to carry around large plastic tubs he grabs off the shelf. thats all fine and i can deal with all of that and take it in stride. its finally time to go so we head to the front. there was only one cashier and about five people in line. he did pretty good waiting in line and then it was finally our turn. i had bought erin 12 little canisters she wanted me to hunt for. the cashier wasn't the quickest girl i had ever seen. I'm thinking in my head "its gonna take her all day to wrap up these canisters". miles was out of the cart at that point starting to get to the end of his rope. he's trying to push the cart around while i'm trying to hold it still so it doesn't run into things. i see him walk away from me, look over his shoulder, make eye contact with me, and push over a 5 or 6 ft. cardboard display of boxes of candy hearts. imagine 50 boxes of candy hearts all over the floor, blocking the aisle for anyone else to get in line. i whipped him around and told him no. then quickly finished paying. parked the cart, walked around to the employee picking them up, and insisted on her letting me do it. she wouldn't let me so i apologized profusely and got the heck out of there. it was my first truly embarrassing experience with him, and i don't feel like i get embarrassed easily. i know the people in line were thinking "why did she bring her kid to feed her craft addiction?"
haha, i'll laugh about it now. ben said if it was him he would have hyperventilated. actually i laughed on the way to the car but that kid is a stinker to the core. he knew it was wrong but just wanted to see what i was going to do to him.
turns out i gave him teddy grahams on the way home.....got me again. at least in my mind i feel like i had a valid and purposeful conversation with him about how he can't knock things over. in public. full of candy hearts. twice is size. with people watching......
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Learning Experience
Trust me, we really have a good winter here at the Davidson house. We have just had a few, maybe, hiccups? Well this week was the biggest. Here's the story:
Monday 11 p.m. - Miles woke up coughing and crying, like he had drainage that he couldn't get out. We got him a drink of water and calmed back down, and put him back to sleep around 12 a.m. He slept until his normal 6:30-7 so we thought he must have just been annoyed overnight. He coughed a few times that morning but nothing too out of the ordinary.
Tuesday a.m. - I called the dr. to tell her about the cough and she said just watch him and use a humidifier, which we already do.
Tuesday noon - I was working so Ben brought Miles to the store to have lunch and get some fresh air. Miles maybe felt a little warm but nothing serious, and the cough wasn't any worse either. Ben then took him home and put him down for a nap.
Tuesday 4 p.m. - Ben called and said Miles slept about an hour and a half but was continuing to get worse as far as coughing/breathing issues. I could hear Miles in the background breathing while Ben was talking to me. I hung up and called the dr. back and told the nurse. She said he needed to be seen same day but they closed at 4:30 and she didn't have any more appts. during that day but she suggested take him to the immediate care in their building. I call Ben back and say I'm closing the store, pick me up and let's head to immediate care.
This is where it gets scary...
He picks me up around 4:15 and I hop in the back with Miles. It was terrible listening to him. We are talking nostrils flaring, chest expanding, neck "sucking in". I told Ben I was having a real hard time because I thought he could turn blue any minute. Of course we get behind a freakin' student driver that is going the same route we are. The kind that sits at stop signs for a looooong time before they go. We pull in to immediate care (practically on two wheels) and I hopped out and went in to tell them what was coming. Ben brought him in and suddenly a nurse pops out (within seconds) and brings us straight back. No paperwork, nothing. They take his oxygen level and listened to his chest. The nurse runs out to get the dr. and another nurse. Miles is hysterical with so many people touching him, let alone just trying to breathe. They give him a breathing treatment which relaxed him a little. The dr. says something along the lines of "he really needs to go to the e.r., and we would suggest you go by ambulance." The tears started rolling down my face. I couldn't look at Ben. He was shaking as it was trying to remember our name, address and phone numbers for the paperwork. The next few minutes was the nurse talking us through what was about to happen. The fire department. The emt's. The stretcher. Protocol type of stuff. They all arrived and put me on a stretcher holding Miles. Ben had to sit in the front. Miles, me, and the emt in the back. The emt said "I just want to give you a heads up we are going with lights and sirens on since it is rush hour." I said "if we're gonna ride, let's ride". In other words, I know these "rides" aren't cheap so you best be hightailing it down to 86th street" I gave Miles another breathing treatment and oxygen on the way to Peyton Manning Children's Hospital on 86th. The E.R. room was ready and my mom and Aunt Carolyn were there when we arrived. This time a stronger breathing treatment, Epinephrine. Then steroids. Then ibuprofen for fever. Then another Epinephrine breathing treatment. Finally he was breathing easier. And we were also. They gave us the news that he would be staying overnight, which we were kind of relieved to hear. It took about 3 hours to get into a room. In the meantime my mom and dad entertained Miles to the max. He was up and walking around, throwing plastic ducks around the room, iphone apps, playing trucks, etc.
The hospital wasn't what we pictured a children's hospital stay would be like. As Ben said "this aint no clarian north". We told our same story to 10-15 people during our stay there. I wanted to say "are you not looking at his chart right now?" A doctor could come in and make him hysterical by looking in his ears, mouth, etc. and everything would look clear and within minutes someone different would come in and do the same thing as if they didn't know he had just been checked. Like I said we waited for hours in the E.R. to get an overnight room. We finally are taken to the next floor to our room and we walk by the nurses station and they were all sitting, chatting at the desk, eating sandwiches. I know it was probably not their problem but I'm pretty sure I gave them the stink eye. Then the overnight nurse (I'm totally venting right now) would come in, wake him up, make him cry, try to get his oxygen level, not get it, and say "oh well I don't want to make him any more upset." I was about to come unglued with her, which I don't feel that way about people often. I know she was just trying to do her job but I wanted to say "do you need these stats? if so, you need to get some help so you can get this done. If you don't need them, then leave him alone." When it was all said and done, they did make him better in a relatively short amount of time which I am obviously grateful for. I think everyone was doing their best but at a time like that, from a mom and dads standpoint, their best just isn't quite enough. He did not need any more breathing treatments through the night (thank the LORD) so we were discharged around 7 a.m. with a prescription to give him steroids at home for the next two days. It was awful. All of it. I'm digging deep to find any good out of this. It's a stretch but I guess I'll call it a learning experience. Here is some of what we learned:
-When a baby is involved there is not much waiting, anywhere.
-There is a button in the front of the ambulance for them to change the stoplights.
-Those hospital "pull out couches" are worthless. We would have been better off putting blankets on the floor. The three of us slept on a cot that was not bigger than a double bed. I couldn't put Miles in the hospital "crib". It looked like something to cage wild animals, not for my precious baby.
-Epinephrine breathing treatments cannot be done at home, so if he regresses (like hopefully NOT tonight), we have to go back to the E.R. for another treatment.
-Croup can have a quick onset.
-The virus that causes Croup would just give an adult a cold or a sore throat. Our throats are just big enough to handle a little swelling. Kids under 3 are usually ones who get Croup because they don't have any room in there to spare for swelling.
I will end my rant by saying the nurse and doctor at the immediate care were ANGELS. I'm going to send them a note, and let's be honest, probably a Starbucks gift card for how great they were to us. I've heard people refer to immediate cares as "docs in a box" but not these sweet ladies. They were qualified, quick, and best of all gave us priceless parent advice to just go ahead and take the ambulance. I not only heard their words but more importantly I felt their honesty. The nurse was older and she looked me straight in the eyes and said "kristyn, no matter if you were going to st. v carmel, you can't predict if something would happen in the car, and you'd never forgive yourself." She was so right. I finally got the words out of my mouth to say "he IS going to be alright, right?" She looked back at me and with the most caring look on her face she said exactly what I needed to hear. "Yes."
Monday 11 p.m. - Miles woke up coughing and crying, like he had drainage that he couldn't get out. We got him a drink of water and calmed back down, and put him back to sleep around 12 a.m. He slept until his normal 6:30-7 so we thought he must have just been annoyed overnight. He coughed a few times that morning but nothing too out of the ordinary.
Tuesday a.m. - I called the dr. to tell her about the cough and she said just watch him and use a humidifier, which we already do.
Tuesday noon - I was working so Ben brought Miles to the store to have lunch and get some fresh air. Miles maybe felt a little warm but nothing serious, and the cough wasn't any worse either. Ben then took him home and put him down for a nap.
Tuesday 4 p.m. - Ben called and said Miles slept about an hour and a half but was continuing to get worse as far as coughing/breathing issues. I could hear Miles in the background breathing while Ben was talking to me. I hung up and called the dr. back and told the nurse. She said he needed to be seen same day but they closed at 4:30 and she didn't have any more appts. during that day but she suggested take him to the immediate care in their building. I call Ben back and say I'm closing the store, pick me up and let's head to immediate care.
This is where it gets scary...
He picks me up around 4:15 and I hop in the back with Miles. It was terrible listening to him. We are talking nostrils flaring, chest expanding, neck "sucking in". I told Ben I was having a real hard time because I thought he could turn blue any minute. Of course we get behind a freakin' student driver that is going the same route we are. The kind that sits at stop signs for a looooong time before they go. We pull in to immediate care (practically on two wheels) and I hopped out and went in to tell them what was coming. Ben brought him in and suddenly a nurse pops out (within seconds) and brings us straight back. No paperwork, nothing. They take his oxygen level and listened to his chest. The nurse runs out to get the dr. and another nurse. Miles is hysterical with so many people touching him, let alone just trying to breathe. They give him a breathing treatment which relaxed him a little. The dr. says something along the lines of "he really needs to go to the e.r., and we would suggest you go by ambulance." The tears started rolling down my face. I couldn't look at Ben. He was shaking as it was trying to remember our name, address and phone numbers for the paperwork. The next few minutes was the nurse talking us through what was about to happen. The fire department. The emt's. The stretcher. Protocol type of stuff. They all arrived and put me on a stretcher holding Miles. Ben had to sit in the front. Miles, me, and the emt in the back. The emt said "I just want to give you a heads up we are going with lights and sirens on since it is rush hour." I said "if we're gonna ride, let's ride". In other words, I know these "rides" aren't cheap so you best be hightailing it down to 86th street" I gave Miles another breathing treatment and oxygen on the way to Peyton Manning Children's Hospital on 86th. The E.R. room was ready and my mom and Aunt Carolyn were there when we arrived. This time a stronger breathing treatment, Epinephrine. Then steroids. Then ibuprofen for fever. Then another Epinephrine breathing treatment. Finally he was breathing easier. And we were also. They gave us the news that he would be staying overnight, which we were kind of relieved to hear. It took about 3 hours to get into a room. In the meantime my mom and dad entertained Miles to the max. He was up and walking around, throwing plastic ducks around the room, iphone apps, playing trucks, etc.
The hospital wasn't what we pictured a children's hospital stay would be like. As Ben said "this aint no clarian north". We told our same story to 10-15 people during our stay there. I wanted to say "are you not looking at his chart right now?" A doctor could come in and make him hysterical by looking in his ears, mouth, etc. and everything would look clear and within minutes someone different would come in and do the same thing as if they didn't know he had just been checked. Like I said we waited for hours in the E.R. to get an overnight room. We finally are taken to the next floor to our room and we walk by the nurses station and they were all sitting, chatting at the desk, eating sandwiches. I know it was probably not their problem but I'm pretty sure I gave them the stink eye. Then the overnight nurse (I'm totally venting right now) would come in, wake him up, make him cry, try to get his oxygen level, not get it, and say "oh well I don't want to make him any more upset." I was about to come unglued with her, which I don't feel that way about people often. I know she was just trying to do her job but I wanted to say "do you need these stats? if so, you need to get some help so you can get this done. If you don't need them, then leave him alone." When it was all said and done, they did make him better in a relatively short amount of time which I am obviously grateful for. I think everyone was doing their best but at a time like that, from a mom and dads standpoint, their best just isn't quite enough. He did not need any more breathing treatments through the night (thank the LORD) so we were discharged around 7 a.m. with a prescription to give him steroids at home for the next two days. It was awful. All of it. I'm digging deep to find any good out of this. It's a stretch but I guess I'll call it a learning experience. Here is some of what we learned:
-When a baby is involved there is not much waiting, anywhere.
-There is a button in the front of the ambulance for them to change the stoplights.
-Those hospital "pull out couches" are worthless. We would have been better off putting blankets on the floor. The three of us slept on a cot that was not bigger than a double bed. I couldn't put Miles in the hospital "crib". It looked like something to cage wild animals, not for my precious baby.
-Epinephrine breathing treatments cannot be done at home, so if he regresses (like hopefully NOT tonight), we have to go back to the E.R. for another treatment.
-Croup can have a quick onset.
-The virus that causes Croup would just give an adult a cold or a sore throat. Our throats are just big enough to handle a little swelling. Kids under 3 are usually ones who get Croup because they don't have any room in there to spare for swelling.
I will end my rant by saying the nurse and doctor at the immediate care were ANGELS. I'm going to send them a note, and let's be honest, probably a Starbucks gift card for how great they were to us. I've heard people refer to immediate cares as "docs in a box" but not these sweet ladies. They were qualified, quick, and best of all gave us priceless parent advice to just go ahead and take the ambulance. I not only heard their words but more importantly I felt their honesty. The nurse was older and she looked me straight in the eyes and said "kristyn, no matter if you were going to st. v carmel, you can't predict if something would happen in the car, and you'd never forgive yourself." She was so right. I finally got the words out of my mouth to say "he IS going to be alright, right?" She looked back at me and with the most caring look on her face she said exactly what I needed to hear. "Yes."
NYE 2012
One word. Overrated. We did not stay up until midnight nor did we attend any parties that required sequins. That's okay. We hung out at home and made salmon from fresh market. That was the extent of it!
Christmas 2012
I'm going to have to play catch up here for a bit to get up to date. Christmas was a complete whirlwind this year. Starting with my birthday on the 21st. We had the Davidson family Christmas that day with just the immediate family. We picked Miles up from school around 3:30 and when I picked him up he was having a snack and playing. We wished the teachers a Merry Christmas and hopped in the car to head to Greenwood. We have a DVD player in the car that kept skipping so Ben handed Miles his phone for something to look at on the trip. A few minutes after we had been on 37 it starts. Miles starts coughing and then starts projectile vomiting everywhere. And by everywhere it was on the car door. Ben and I look at each other like "uh, what now?" I called Grammy Marcia and told her to get the towels ready, because we were going to need a few, or a lot. We got him there and it was a tag team effort. Marcia and I cleaned him up and Ben and Larry cleaned the carseat/car. After he was clean and his clothes were changed (thank goodness we had thrown his pajamas in a bag), he was good as new. We think he got car sick from looking down at the phone. We won't let him have a phone in the car again. It ended up being a fun night and we were relieved he wasn't really sick.
The 22nd we just hung around home and then the 23rd we went back to Greenwood for the Davidson/Hillenburg Christmas. It was great. The kids were all in good moods and we had a fun time. We got home and put Miles to bed and went to bed. About 3:30 a.m. I woke up with a stomach ache thinking "no, I'm just going to go back to sleep and it will go away." Well that didn't happen. I threw up from 3:30 - 9:30 on Christmas Eve. Miles and Ben were fine. It was one of those days I was so happy to be married to Ben. He totally took over. Played with Miles in the basement most of the day while I stayed in bed. I was bummed we were missing Christmas Eve church and our Oliver Christmas. Before I knew it Ben had gone to Panera to get soup, gave Miles a bath, and had put his Christmas pajamas on him. Sounds like not a big deal but it brought tears to my eyes. After Miles went to bed, I managed to get up and help Ben get Miles' Christmas stuff set up for morning......
Christmas morning Miles was underwhelmed. He is a little too young to understand Santa and presents so I think Ben and I had more fun getting him a few things than he did. My parents brought us food on Christmas Day (their leftovers from Christmas Eve). We ended up doing our Oliver' Christmas on Friday of that week. It was just as fun but not quite the same without it being Christmas Eve.
The 22nd we just hung around home and then the 23rd we went back to Greenwood for the Davidson/Hillenburg Christmas. It was great. The kids were all in good moods and we had a fun time. We got home and put Miles to bed and went to bed. About 3:30 a.m. I woke up with a stomach ache thinking "no, I'm just going to go back to sleep and it will go away." Well that didn't happen. I threw up from 3:30 - 9:30 on Christmas Eve. Miles and Ben were fine. It was one of those days I was so happy to be married to Ben. He totally took over. Played with Miles in the basement most of the day while I stayed in bed. I was bummed we were missing Christmas Eve church and our Oliver Christmas. Before I knew it Ben had gone to Panera to get soup, gave Miles a bath, and had put his Christmas pajamas on him. Sounds like not a big deal but it brought tears to my eyes. After Miles went to bed, I managed to get up and help Ben get Miles' Christmas stuff set up for morning......
Christmas morning Miles was underwhelmed. He is a little too young to understand Santa and presents so I think Ben and I had more fun getting him a few things than he did. My parents brought us food on Christmas Day (their leftovers from Christmas Eve). We ended up doing our Oliver' Christmas on Friday of that week. It was just as fun but not quite the same without it being Christmas Eve.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Thanks and giving.
I came across this blog post tonight and I just had to share. What a perfect time for this to put me in my place. It's so hard to always be grateful when you are so easily distracted by other things in life, many of which are not important. I'll be honest, I get a bit annoyed with the daily Facebook posts about being thankful. Those peeps need to head to Barnes & Noble (or Oliver's Twist, whichever is closer) and pick up a Gratitude journal ASAP. However, I understand the shift in attitude from complaining to gratitude and for that you've got to respect their thinking. This thanksgiving, I'm thankful for:
1. Reading this post to help me put things in to prospective.
http://www.handsfreemama.com/2012/11/20/today-let-me-appreciate/
2. Our health.
3. This precious little person who has spunk like no one I've ever seen.
4. Grandparents who love miles to pieces.
5. A job I love.
6. A husband I love even more. He's my BFF, my partner in crime, my Starbucks deliverer, and the best dad. Life is so much easier with him around and I'm so blessed to have him.
7. A perfect God and the freedom to worship Him.
Cheers to a great thanksgiving twenty twelve.
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1. Reading this post to help me put things in to prospective.
http://www.handsfreemama.com/2012/11/20/today-let-me-appreciate/
2. Our health.
3. This precious little person who has spunk like no one I've ever seen.
4. Grandparents who love miles to pieces.
5. A job I love.
6. A husband I love even more. He's my BFF, my partner in crime, my Starbucks deliverer, and the best dad. Life is so much easier with him around and I'm so blessed to have him.
7. A perfect God and the freedom to worship Him.
Cheers to a great thanksgiving twenty twelve.
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Thursday, November 15, 2012
too cool for school.
We did it. Tomorrow will be the end of our first two weeks at Primrose. Miles has been a big boy. Here's a recap.
Day 1: Wednesday, November 7th.
-We were all a little depressed about the election results but it was nice to have something to take our minds off of Miles starting school. Ben worked open until noon so it was me to take Miles. He was great all morning. We went there and he sat with me for a bit in the room and then would go play and come back to make sure I was still there. I sat with him for about 10 minutes and chatted with his teachers. I told "Miss Beth" that next time he got up to play I was going to jet outta there. Thats exactly what happened. I am thankful no one was in the office because I didn't want to stop to talk. I wasn't upset but I knew it would make it harder if I stopped to chat at the office and could hear him crying in the room. I called to check on him around lunch and they said he was doing great but was upset at lunch time. He didn't want to eat and didn't want to sit at the table. Ben went to get him early with it being his first day and walked in the room, looked around, then looked down and saw Miles passed out curled up on a cot. Breaks my heart. So he left and they called him when he woke up and Ben went back to get him.
Day 2: Friday, November 9th.
-We went to breakfast and loaded Miles up with food for fear that he wouldn't eat at school. Then I took him over, preparing myself for the worst. I remember when I worked there and it was always the 2nd and 3rd days that were the hardest for kids because the first day they kind of think it might be a one time thing. The following days they realize this is becoming a routine. Miles did great at drop off. Kind of the same thing. I took him in, sat down for a few minutes, and got up and left when he went to play. When I went to pick him up they said he had a bit of a rough day and didn't eat much and it took them a while to get to sleep. That was expected, I was just glad we made it out of the first week with no injuries or throw ups.
Day 3: Wednesday, November 14th.
-I took Miles to school again and Ben picked up. It was a great day. He sat at the table and ate lunch, took an hour and a half nap, and they said he was in a good mood all day. Ben went to pick him up and he immediately started blowing kisses to his teachers and friends. I think he will really like it once he gets used to their schedule.
His teachers are as sweet as can be. On Wednesdays he has Miss Beth and Miss Kelly and on Fridays he has Miss Beth again and Miss Ashley. I think he is closest to Beth because he is with her both days. I am nervous for her though. Miles loves to grab peoples noses and she's got her nose pierced. I want to warn her but don't want her to think I don't like her piercing. I'll just wait and hope he doesn't do it. She is seriously the friendliest girl ever. She has been sitting with him in the rocking chair two out of the three times we have picked him up so far. Also, last week was just rough in that class. Out of 10 toddlers in the room, they had 4 new ones starting last week. Those poor teachers. He also has a friend named Alexis in his class. She just looks like a funny girl and like she has an awesome personality. She gave Miles a hug while I was there on the first day and she always has some sort of animal on her shirt that Miles is always intrigued by. Yesterday it was a bunny. The first day it was a cat (a true match made in heaven).
That's the recap of the first few days! I am relieved that it is over and going to get better from here, aside from a few colds here and there. Next up, Thanksgiving!!! Yay!!!
Photos to come. I'm on my new computer and haven't figured out where they all go yet. :)
Day 1: Wednesday, November 7th.
-We were all a little depressed about the election results but it was nice to have something to take our minds off of Miles starting school. Ben worked open until noon so it was me to take Miles. He was great all morning. We went there and he sat with me for a bit in the room and then would go play and come back to make sure I was still there. I sat with him for about 10 minutes and chatted with his teachers. I told "Miss Beth" that next time he got up to play I was going to jet outta there. Thats exactly what happened. I am thankful no one was in the office because I didn't want to stop to talk. I wasn't upset but I knew it would make it harder if I stopped to chat at the office and could hear him crying in the room. I called to check on him around lunch and they said he was doing great but was upset at lunch time. He didn't want to eat and didn't want to sit at the table. Ben went to get him early with it being his first day and walked in the room, looked around, then looked down and saw Miles passed out curled up on a cot. Breaks my heart. So he left and they called him when he woke up and Ben went back to get him.
Day 2: Friday, November 9th.
-We went to breakfast and loaded Miles up with food for fear that he wouldn't eat at school. Then I took him over, preparing myself for the worst. I remember when I worked there and it was always the 2nd and 3rd days that were the hardest for kids because the first day they kind of think it might be a one time thing. The following days they realize this is becoming a routine. Miles did great at drop off. Kind of the same thing. I took him in, sat down for a few minutes, and got up and left when he went to play. When I went to pick him up they said he had a bit of a rough day and didn't eat much and it took them a while to get to sleep. That was expected, I was just glad we made it out of the first week with no injuries or throw ups.
Day 3: Wednesday, November 14th.
-I took Miles to school again and Ben picked up. It was a great day. He sat at the table and ate lunch, took an hour and a half nap, and they said he was in a good mood all day. Ben went to pick him up and he immediately started blowing kisses to his teachers and friends. I think he will really like it once he gets used to their schedule.
His teachers are as sweet as can be. On Wednesdays he has Miss Beth and Miss Kelly and on Fridays he has Miss Beth again and Miss Ashley. I think he is closest to Beth because he is with her both days. I am nervous for her though. Miles loves to grab peoples noses and she's got her nose pierced. I want to warn her but don't want her to think I don't like her piercing. I'll just wait and hope he doesn't do it. She is seriously the friendliest girl ever. She has been sitting with him in the rocking chair two out of the three times we have picked him up so far. Also, last week was just rough in that class. Out of 10 toddlers in the room, they had 4 new ones starting last week. Those poor teachers. He also has a friend named Alexis in his class. She just looks like a funny girl and like she has an awesome personality. She gave Miles a hug while I was there on the first day and she always has some sort of animal on her shirt that Miles is always intrigued by. Yesterday it was a bunny. The first day it was a cat (a true match made in heaven).
That's the recap of the first few days! I am relieved that it is over and going to get better from here, aside from a few colds here and there. Next up, Thanksgiving!!! Yay!!!
Photos to come. I'm on my new computer and haven't figured out where they all go yet. :)
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Friends are friends forever.....
This is why erin and I are such good friends.
And I still need to blog about miles debut at school, but instead I'll wait until day 2 is over with tomorrow.
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And I still need to blog about miles debut at school, but instead I'll wait until day 2 is over with tomorrow.
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