Just another day in paradise....

well sorta.

Mother finally came home from the hospital, we are soooo glad to have Nina home. We went and spent the day with her and she is feeling great. She is eating and everything seems to be going great with her.

As for me, I am crazy.

Tonight about 7:45 Whitt had a Popsicle. After eating it, he came running in the living room and told Michael and I that he had swallowed the stick. He was bright red and was coughing like crazy. I flipped out! We searched and searched for the stick and found nothing. So we decided that he would need to go and be checked out at the Emergency room. We walk outside and he starts running like a wild animal in the backyard screaming that he didn't want to go to the hospital. I am running after him, I am sure the neighbors think we are mental. We get to the hospital, get an x-ray and was told that nothing showed up. As the doctor walks out, Whitt throws his arms in the air and said, "Well, I guess that I did throw it away!" It took everything I had to not spank the child right there.

Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

m