Backed Up

It was a poopy morning, literally. My Sergeant Stink was sitting having his cereal this morning when he told me his tummy hurt. He got down from the table and layed on the couch... not my Stink. Then it was time to go off to church and he only made it up halfway to the top of the stairs when he crunched into a ball and said he couldn't move. You all know that when stoic Sergeant Stink says something hurts, something is up. So I packed him up in the car and instead of church we visited the ER. The whole way he says, "mommy go faster, we really need to get there."

Here he is, waiting for the x-ray results that gave us proof of the traffic jam on his freeway. In childhood he has had many firsts and today was one of them and the terrible enema. But he is better, much better. Apple juice here we come! :)