Idiots...

The past three days I have not been able to eat my lunch until at least 145pm, sometimes after 2pm.
Reason?
I go to lunch (normally) around 1230ish, depending on when my cohort gets back from his lunch.
The past three days, just before 1230, the phone rings. Idiot me picks it up out of reflex.
It always turns out to be a long-ass call that lasts well over an hour... don't the idiots on the other end, especially on the east coast, do lunch during this time?

A Dad Moment...

Yes, I'm going to get fatherly here... so deal.

Over the past few nights, I've been giving Marcus his nightly bottle, like I usually do. It's really something to look down and see this little pair of bright gray eyes looking back up at you, you know?
It's also a heart-tugger when you come home, and he turns to see you and gives you that big toothless (well, almost) grin, and know that it's a smile that's just for you.
And his laugh... that's something special to hear.

Speaking of laughing... the other night, he's asleep in my lap, just after his bottle. All of a sudden he emits this quiet squawk, and then a cute little laugh... all while asleep! Colleen and I were amazed!

He's getting over his pneumonia very well. He's back to his normal self, but he'll still be taking doses of that pink liquid -- amoxicillin.
That and a small dose of Benadryl before bed...