We had a good Saturday morning. The kids enjoyed story time at Lemuria. John Hinton and Mo enjoyed petting the iguana. Sam wanted no part of this experience.
He did get in on the ferret action though.
I love all of these kids. They are so stinking sweet together.
This was before good times went bad and John Hinton woke up screaming from his nap and I'm quoting, "I can't take it anymore!" over. and. over. and. over.
He had a bite under his arm late last week and when he woke up the area was the size of a baseball. As mentioned, this was accompanied by much much screaming that woke Sam up for his nap. So then they were both screaming. I managed to get out of my PJs. Call my mama to come watch Sam. Leave Sam with the neighbor and take John Hinton to the ER.
More screaming and whining occurred at the ER and since we got home. Like at 3:30 this morning.
This from a kid that can wipe out repeatedly by speeding down our driveway (see below), but let an ant bite him and you should be prepared for the wrath of the drama queen. As he told me today, "nothing can ever make me feel better." Well, alrighty then.