Lest you start thinking my life is a constant din of grim resolution and sadness, I must point out there are little glimmers of happiness, such as today when Aiden donned a toy stethoscope and crawled into his toy box, for no apparent reason beyond the fact it seemed like a fun thing to do.
Posted by Ryan at January 14, 2011 04:21 PM | TrackBackDr. Rhodes, your eight-thirty appointment is here.
Posted by: Keith at January 17, 2011 10:03 AM
Stumble It!
