The little Peanut Butter is on the mend. The nurses were so kind to him while we were there and every single one of them commented on how freakin' cute he is. I wanted to feel proud.. But I have nothing to do with that lol. I did feel proud, though, when he would show off his smiles and giggles... That's me. I will take responsibility for his happiness :)
My girl was there too. You know she digs you and your foster son when she squeezes her almost 6ft frame on a 4 ft couch.
PB is out of daycare for a week. That flippin' germ house.
I need to get Internet. Blogging from.a phone is re-donk. My thumbs ache.