Baylee was over three before he started speaking clearly enough for outsiders to understand him. The doctors were concerned and their concern turned into my concern, yet I didn’t lose sleep over it.
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Kool-Aid and Motrin. Day 487.
“Max threw up again,” Roger said. “We should check his temperature.”
It was still high. So was Sam’s. “I think we should take them to the doctor.”
Continue reading “Kool-Aid and Motrin. Day 487.”A Repost. Day 467.
This cold weather makes me think of when they were little. I do miss those feetie PJs.
Perspective. Day 277.
“Maxwell, come up here,” Roger said to Max, many, many times.”
Max dragged his blanket with one hand and used the other to balance himself as he stood and walked from the end of the bed to the middle of me and Roger.
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Teresa Forester Adams 