We're going to need to invest in a heavy duty alarm clock when he becomes a teenager

I'm having weird pains in my back. It's like muscle pain, more on my right side than my left, and more pronounced as the day goes on.

I wonder if it has anything to do with carrying my son around all day because he is PERMANENTLY ATTACHED. You could describe it as hipbabyinflammitis.

Dear Lord, I hope this tooth comes in soon. Because of all of the clinging. The clinging, it is getting old.

Seriously, though, I've spent the waning hours of the last few evenings in the recliner with my feet up and the heating pad. Get me my crocheting and call me Mawmaw, because that's what I feel like.

Tonight some of my friends from my hometown stopped by on their way through to Sunny Florida. I fed them chicken 'n' dumplins and sweet tea, as southern tradition would have it, and had a blast watching their kids wear Zesty out playing.

After they left I wrestled him to sleep tucked him in bed and settled into the recliner with my heating pad. Lo and behold, nature calleth. shoot, I forgot to restock the toilet paper. Gotta go upstairs first and get some for the downstairs bathroom. I figured I'd take the extra chair back upstairs while I was at it, and stealthily replace it in the kids' room.

Stealth escaped at the door, and Klutz moved in when I banged the legs of the chair right into his crib, moved it out from the wall, and generally made enough noise to wake the dead.

Zesty leaped up out of his sleep onto his knees, and then crashed right back down onto his face on the bed. Timber! He was still sound asleep. His eyes never opened.

Why does all of that noise not bother him, but he will cough and wake himself up?

And where did I put my bengay?