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Preschooler D's (PD) mouth is healing nicely, thank you for asking. He is very cranky though. He has not slept well all week. I wouldn't have either, had I been him. It was pretty nasty. It looks much better and it smells fine. NP Beth told us to beware of nasty smells. Ew. Let's not think about it.
I filled out PD's preschool forms yesterday for next fall. I have FULL confidence that he will be potty trained by then. That's the goal anyway. Only 10 months left.
I bet PD is the only one with a 25 year-old brother as an emergency contact. (Shelby, I listed him because perhaps you will be living in New York City next fall. Who knows? I am counting on Rachel to take quick, decisive action in case of emergency. Well, actually I am counting on me, your dad or one of the grandparents getting called first.)
The dog's remote was lost briefly, and it's as if he knew it. "Yap, yap, yap! I must protect you from the ferocious squirrel! Bark, bark, bark! I must now race around the house as though I have seen the bunny at Gulf Greyhound Park! Yip, yip, yip!" I tried putting the collar on anyway to psych him out, but he knew I couldn't deliver. I laughed a triumphant laugh when I found it in the secret place PD had hidden it. Bra-ha-ha-ha!