Kate, my little monster, decided to go to the hospital again. Penuemonia (yes, I spelled it wrong, that's how we say it around here). Last week her lungs were beautiful, probably the best doc has ever seen them. Her head was another matter, not a single black spot to be found. Diagnosis: sinus infection. Apparently it traveled down to her lungs. Hopefully it will be a short stay.
"Publicly?" Why do I want to spell it "Publically?" Pub-lick-lee.
Kris and Little Chet
Kris let Little Chet watch Terminator 2 last night. Seriously? I watched most of it with him and there really isn't that much gore. A lot of bullets flying, but it's 2 robots shooting at each other right? I came down to check on him during the final scene of the movie when the Terminator is put into the super hot molten stuff. He was crying. He didn't want the Terminator to die.
I've been "coaching" Little Chet's 5-6 year old baseball team. It's coach pitch the first 5 then bring out the tee. Hands down the best stress reliever of all time. I get to yell at a bunch of kids for and hour and a half. Is there a better way to live? I don't think so.
Me Yelling, neigh, Screaming
"Come on! Hustle of my field!"I think the parents enjoy the show I put on...at least I hope they do.
"Quit playing in the dirt!"
"That's why you wear a cup!"
"I'll hit you with this tennis ball if you walk off that field again!"
Thanks for listening.