Monday, July 28, 2008

Its Always Something...

Heir No. Two had a tough weekend. Allergies have been kicking his butt, so we gave him come kids Claritin. It helps the nose goblins and watery eyes, but then he gets really tired. So when I went to serve dinner Sunday evening, I found him like this in the living room.

After an hour and a half, he woke up, but as you can see, he did not really fully wake up. He did decide he liked his brother's hat, though.

As for brother, he goes to have his tonsils and adenoids removed tomorrow. He's a little freaked out about it, and has not enjoyed hearing that he will be out of commission for two to three weeks. I bought him $20 worth of vintage comics Friday night, and took him to get another $43 worth at a different shop on Saturday. The reason for the vintage is two-fold. First, the new stuff is either soft-core porn or over the top violence, or both, and the second is that I get to read them. I got him some really good stuff on Saturday. I know he'll appreciate it. Here he is demonstrating "All-day bedhead of doom."