Ok, so I've been a bad girl . . .

That sounds much more fun that I mean for it to be.

I meant I've been bad at working on my blog.

But, my computer crashed 2 weeks ago . . . and I spent a week trying to fix it.

Then, the Geek Squad spent a week getting me a new tower, retrieving my old data and moving it to the new computer.

So, email and this blog have once again been put low on the priority list.

But, since the new computer is up and running . . . I guess I should be doing the same thing.

I still can't print anything . . . damn Vista.

My parents came down on Sunday. Dad and hubby went golfing. Mom, Wyatt and I went shopping at Wal-Mart. Mom and Wyatt must have looked at every toy in that department. She ended up buying him a foam football (which he took a bit out of at some point in the store) and a dozer. I'm wondering if that foam football isn't why he's constipated? I'll have to look for evidence when he finally does poop. I gave him quite a bit of apple juice last night.

Wyatt also had his first reall boo-boo yesterday. He fell while cruising along the furniture and bumped his head on the end table at Nana's. Scott rushed out there to look at him and I advised him to call the pediatrician's office and talk to them. I figured it would do no good for me to call because they would probably ask questions about what the boo boo looked like or how he was behaving and I would have no way of knowing.

Our conversation went something like this (after I was given the news that there was a boo boo emergency)

Me: You need to call the pediatrician's office and ask if I need to take him in.

Hubby: Ok. Who do I call?

Me: Blank . . blank . . blank Pediatrics.

Hubby: Ok . . . as he repeated the name.

Me: They will probably ask his birthdate and his pediatrician's name. It's April 21st and his doctor is Dr. Shotalot.

Hubby: Maybe I should write this down.

Me: That's a good idea.

Hubby: Ok, his birthday is when?

Me: April 21st . . . 2006 (I'm not sure if he would have gotten the year right or not_

Hubby: And his doctor's name?

Me: Dr. Shotalot.

Hubby: How do you spell that?

Me: Attempts to spell it while thinking it doesn't matter because that's not going to be part of a test before they'll let him ask a question.

It turns out that he didn't need to go in to the doctor. They just wanted us to keep an eye on it and make sure he stayed responsive.

When I got to Nana's, he was happy to see me and to be going home to see his DaDa. He didn't sleep thru the night, but I didn't really expect it with the boo boo. I DID give him a dose of baby Tylenol before he went to bed tho.

This morning he seemed fine. I'll try to take a picture of the boo boo tonight for future generations' sake.