Snot and a limp noodle.

Teething. Why does is have to go hand in hand with snot? And sickness? Tink is working on some tooth that just doesn't want to come through. Thus a giant snot bucket. And misery. She's nothing but a grump filled, snarly-highpitchedwailing-tantrumthrowing brat. She's also approaching the terrible twos. What a joyful time.

Snot. Buckets and buckets of snot. It's like I'm just a walking Kleenex for her. It's like she seems me and thinks: Hi mommy, let me give you a hug.... slime trail on my pants. Or my neck. Or my arm. Or my mouth. Why, why, WHY is it they want to give you the most kisses when there is slime smeared all over their faces? Gross!! I'm a homing pigeon for snot.

And the really sad thing is? I wouldn't change it. I love my children. The giant monster mess makers, tantrum throwing, whining, screaming, crying, pouting, But Whhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyy? asking, chore fighting beasts that they are. I love them to itty bitty bits and back. Even the snot. I have to love that as well I suppose.

It was also picture day today for R2D2. He's in second grade. How that happened is beyond me. But last night he informed me that it was in fact picture day (thanks, but I spent ages agonizing over whether or not to get his name and grade printed on his pictures), and that he didn't want to wear a nice shirt. He wanted to wear his zombie shirt. Because he's in second grade and he can make these kinds of important decisions himself. I have to give it to the kid, he's got his own logic to him. But in the end, this momma won. And he did in fact wear a nice(er) shirt.

Our peds appointment went as I sort of expected. We have growth in head and body as well as a good increaseof weight in the last 5 days since we've done a check. Tomorrow we get the ball rolling to get him down to Childrens to start figuring out why he's such a limp noodle. Our peds words, not mine.

Dinky is, for now, hypotonic. Why? We don't know. And what does that mean? We don't know. So what's being done about it? ...that's what we're working on. Finding out tomorrow what's happening and when. Hopefully everything will happen sooner rather than later. But for now there's hot coffee in my cup and no time to worry about what-ifs.

We'll save that for the awake in the middle of the night can't sleep mind racing worst case scenario moments that happen.

But for right now? I'm going to celebrate the fact that Dinky lifted his head off his mat today during tummy time. And the fact he's reaching for things with open hands. And he's starting to smile more. It's the little things in life now that are the hugest moments.