Muffin at Mama Jo's

Woke up this morning and the pain in my neck had lessened. It keeps coming back in different forms... sometimes from other people's (who will remain nameless) dreams where I'm slapped or die of unfortunate circumstances. I'm entertaining the idea that a plane crash (stated earlier) is what caused the pain in my neck not the fact that I slept with a small child's arm underneath me while fighting for covers and being forced to occupy only a 6-inch patch of bed. (one butt cheek takes up more space by itself.)

We visited the "great" grandparents today. They are doing fine. Dylan enjoyed himself pretending to be an airplane and singing a few songs.



Dylan loves blueberry muffins so much his eyes roll back in his head.