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By Anonymous
Carter has been near the point of intolerable the past few days. Screaming, crying, being mean, massive temper tantrums, the works (if anyone has any suggestions please share). It's been rough around here. Last night at bedtime it was similar to something out of the Exorcist. We had a house full of people here for Diva's birthday. They all left pretty quickly. It's been as bad or worse than it was a few weeks ago when I shared my trip to my parents house. His brother has gotten the brunt of his anger and taken some beatings the past few days. This morning Carter's temper has been much the same. *Sigh* So this morning the guys were upstairs watching "Meeeekeeey Mooouuusssseeee!" Ahhh....a few minutes of peace. I love that mouse. I hadn't heard a peep. After about 30 minutes Owen started crying and came downstairs. He was limping. My first thought was they tyrant upstairs had clocked him with a truck. He was saying "Feet! Feet! Hurt!" He crawls in my lap and I look. His feet are a little red and there is carpet impressions on them. Then it hits me! His feet went to sleep! Hahahaha...poor guy. After a minute or two he was back to normal and off doing something else. As for Carter. I have given him allergy medicine, ibuprofen and a snack. In the last hour I have gotten a smile AND some dancing. Today might just be a good day.

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  1. Boni LadyFebruary 8, 2013 at 8:14 AM

    oh geez... by the intro to this blog, i was convinced carter had done something to his poor lil feet! glad he's ok :)

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