I’m watching Karsen and Hogan again, and Karsen is sick again, poor baby. She has this pathetic cough, but she’s still so smiley… that is until it’s the middle of the night and she starts wailing. This morning she woke me up at 2:30, coughing and crying. I picked her up, gave her some medicine, and then tried to put her back in her crib, but she just kept crying, and wanted her back patted. So I took her into my room (I’m staying in their parent’s room) and she was soothed by me constantly rubbing her back. Eventually she fell asleep and started moving around like she was possessed, so I tried to put miss kicks-a-lot back in her crib at 3:30, but she would have none of that. So I just gave up and let her sleep next to me on the king bed, scooting her over through out the early morning so she would stop jabbing me. I hope she feels better soon, though 100% is unlikely since she is teething everywhere. Oh well, at least Hogan is good for some laughs:

I’m watching Karsen and Hogan again, and
Isn’t he cute wheeling around this mini cart? That’s not the funny thing. The funny thing is what he told my mom and I at lunch:

“My dad’s had a wedgie since he met my mom.”

Oh. My. God. My mom and I were almost crying we were laughing so hard, like, what the heck right? Turns out Wedgie is his cat. LOL Ah kids, you just gotta love em.