Blake had been complaining for a couple of days that his tongue hurt. I looked at it and concluded that he had a canker sore. A couple of days later, he was still complaining about it and he also seemed to be a bit more lethargic than normal. He wasn't eating either, but that's normal for him lately. Yesterday I took him to the doctor who diagnosed him with
Gingivostomatitis. He is completely miserable. He will not open his mouth for any reason whatsoever. He will drink a few sips here and there through a straw, but other than that his lips are zipped tight. So...he has not spoken now for two days. It's quite pathetic actually. I miss his little voice and his screaming through the house, and at the same time I'm wondering if it is wrong of me to encourage him to lick his sister. Hopefully, this virus will pass quickly and I'll be saying SHHHHH again very soon.
So I go to unload the photos off the camera and it says that there are 273 photos waiting to be uploaded. I think...what did I take that many pictures of?? Then I remember that I caught Carter with the camera the other day. Here are a few of his best shots. Some of them aren't half bad.
Despite the fact that we have two chairs and a couch in our living room, the kids inevitably squeeze into this one chair every night before bed. Here they are fresh from the tub ready to watch their current favorite show "What's New Scooby -Doo?" Aren't they sweet?? (Don't answer that.)
