Trot has been fighting some kind of infection and one of the side effects has been an upset stomach; he picked RIGHT when she put him in the bath water to let loose. As I grabbed the 409 and headed upstairs, you'll be happy to know I managed to not pass out. My vision got a little blurry and I temporarily lost the ability to hear out of my left ear, but stayed on my feet.
Only barely, as Rakes almost knocked me down coming up the stairs to get to the bathroom. He was like one of those guys chasing Lindsey Lohan around L.A. The boy thinks poop is the highest form of entertainment.
As you can tell from the picture, we had a freak little snow shower come through last night, dumping about 3 inches of the white stuff in my yard. Typical of North Carolina, everything shut down for 12 hours, school was cancelled, and I didn't leave until around noon. Plenty of time to take the hooligans out in the yard to have a snowball fight, Ciera to wipe out on the neighbors driveway and mess up her wrist, and build a snowman.
Except our snowman had to have a touch of Boston and baseball to go along with it:
Sorry to Tex, Beckperson, and anyone else who read the post from a little while ago; had a case of premature posting and hit something I shouldn't have. I was watching LOST so at least I have an explanation.
Finally, a shot of Trot lying under my bed where I found him at bedtime; let's just say he wasn't quite ready to lay his weary head down yet.I need a Valium.