Nolan bounded into my room at 7:00 a.m. on Wednesday and exclaimed, "Mom! I woke up as fast as I could!"
Sam saw the allergist on Wednesday (hence, some of Nolan's excitement. A trip to the allergist followed by a trip to the mall). They weighed Sam and he weighs 48 pounds. His comment? "Woah! I am a big huge person!" Not quite. He's also 45 inches tall if you were wondering.
Yesterday, Nolan was constipated. Again. When I picked him up from my mom's at the end of the day, he was quite miserable. I asked him if his tummy hurt. "Yes," he said. "I have to poop so bad my throat hurts."
Now THAT is constipated. Fortunately, he solved the problem shortly thereafter. And plugged up my toilet in the process.
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