a. it is barely 4 am. I am in my pajamas, looking only a half step better than death.
b. one of my hands is holding my right ear, which is giving me the worst pain I've felt since labor. The other hand is holding $20 worth of over-the-counter drugs just praying that one of them will stop the pain.
My eardrum burst, and as of this afternoon, I'm now on real, doctor-prescribed meds. Whoop whoop!
A couple of you living outside of the Denver/Boulder area have asked to see some photos of Colin. Let's turn this post a little more upbeat with some images of my beautiful/super sweet/always-keep-me-on-my-toes son. These are from a recent trip to the park.

Don't you love fat little baby hands?? I especially love those inverted-baby-knuckles-dimples. Anyone know the real term for those??

(I think there was a dog off to the side, which explains his intense gaze NOT at the camera...) :)

