"I AM SPIDERMAN!"
After Jeff "encouraged" me to go home to sleep last night, I was anxious to get back early this morning to check on Bubs. He was outside the nurses station putting on a show -- dance moves and all. Then he proceeded to drive a little trike around and request being pulled in a wagon through the pediatric ward. The doctor walked by laughing and said "I'll get his discharge papers."
I had to add this last one. Not because I wanted to share with the world how someone can age ten years in three days but because you can so clearly see the end of the black eye my darling daughter gave me last week. A 20 pounder has a whopper of a head butt.