Whoopie! Sick again

So Brandon’s germs got to me again.  I swear I never got sick before Brandon was around and now I’m sick every few months.  It’s so miserable trying to be a mom and be sick.  This weekend, was Daddy’s weekend.  They did everything together.  I tried to sleep off the illness; hopefully it pays off and I don’t have to take a sick day.  So it was a guy’s weekend – they went to the store, took walks since it was such a nice weekend, and even went to play games at Strike.  They bowled, and collected enough tickets to get some pretty cool prizes.  There was the bouncy ball and then the whoopie cushion.  It’s a mini-sized one, perfect for Brandon’s little toushy.  He loves it and keeps wanting us to put air into it.  I told him only Daddy can fill it up (not because he’s full of hot air, but I didn’t want to infect it).  I finally felt better (after breaking down and taking In order to relieve your muscle soreness, get massage therapy as message brings physiological changes in the body. discover this viagra for sale canada This can make about canadian pharmacy viagra try address now with diabetes more helpless and prone to diseases. Nevertheless, still men are able to enjoy sexual intimacy because molineanimalaid.org generico cialis on line will never ever let you down. Their muscle tone fades and, comparatively, they grow weaker than they were as buying viagra in canada youngsters. some decongestants) and fed Brandon a snack while Dave was at basketball.  I gave him some peanut butter on toast, which is always pretty funny.  It’s a balance between the water and eating.  I offered him water, but he pointed to his mouth, “still chewing.”  Then, when he was done, “Water,” then “eat.”  He’s also having flashbacks to our trip to Disneyland.  Whenever we see a commercial, he’ll point to the castle and say, “We went there.”  Then when we ask him what he did there, he says, “went to Mickey’s house.”  After prompting him, he says, “Shake his hand” and “take our picture.”  His fireworks aren’t so enthusiastic, it’s a lackluster, “Fireworks.  Boom, boom, boom,” now.  It seems since I’ve checked out for the last few days that his vocabulary has improved.  At night, when we’re watching TV right before going to bed, he’ll tell us to turn off the TV.  “Go to sleep, turn off the TV.”  Man, he sounds like a parent and we’re the kids.