Moon Boots

Charlie told me (I wish) that his peeps needed to see his new runn'in shoes so here ya go. He's deceptively fast, like Travis LaTendresse, in his new sneaks so watch out. Last night was crappy for our little man. You'd think that after 3 seizures my little bubba would sleep or be postictal for a while but nope. He was only out for an hour and then we decided to keep the nurses jumpin and pull an all-nighter. We laughed and joked (well maybe only dad laughed and joked) and peed on the nurse (just Charlie) and pooped the bed (maybe both of us?). Boys night in was a hoot. Unfortunately that was the exact opposite of what Char needed because in light of recent events/seizures the whole gambit of docs is going to come by and participate in what Charlie and I call the "Poke Parade" (Shannon I said Poke not Pork, don't get excited) where everyone works him over, scratches their heads and unanimously concurs with "let's up the dose." I say this all with my tongue quite far into my cheek as we are all very confident with the care Charlie is receiving w/ the exception of Residents that call the lower north forty home, but that just seems to be the routine. I'm hopeful that after all the horse cookies are cleaned up from the parade our little boy can get some much needed sleep and knock off this seizure business.