My washing machine is going to be broken soon. I was doing laundry yesterday and I picked Liam’s pants up out of the basket. They seemed a little heavy, so I checked the pockets. This is what I found: MANY rocks, several shriveled up dandelions, some stick-like things that he had broken up so they would fit in his pocket, and a Goldfish wrapper. Boys, gotta love’em.
I am going to have all of my mail forwarded to our pediatrician’s office since we seem to be spending a lot of time there. We were back at the doctor’s office on Thursday…Colm has pink eye which means eyedrops. Have you ever given eyedrops to a small child? Holey moley! It’s like giving a cat a bath. It requires sitting on him and prying his eye open while someone else holds his head still. It is not pretty. His eyes, yes, eyes, that’s plural, as in both of them, are getting better though. So atleast all of the trauma is paying off.