I'm exhausted today. I was about falling asleep at my desk, doing that head nod/jerk that I remember from school. We had really bad storms last night and we were up watching the tornado warnings on TV at 3 am.
So Aidan and I are eating out. I wanted to be sure he ate a big dinner because he can't eat anything after midnight because he's getting his 3rd set if tubes in the am. He's eating the pizza like a champ. He's been hilarious, just chatting away about everything in the room. "Who's that Guy?" "Where is that Guy going?" Etc. He told me that I'm his mommy and he's my little boy. Its like he's suddenly a big boy. Mr conversation.
