Sometimes dogs are the best medicine, for bone pain.
2:32 a.m. That’s the time of night (or super early morning) that Billy wakes up. I hope it’s a bad dream from too much Scooby-Doo. I listen to the monitor for a minute or two to see if he’ll fall back to sleep. I count on my fingers – January, February, March. Not long enough. [...]
Mom Report: Perfect Ten, on the pain scale.
Yesterday Billy noticed me fixing my morning coffee and asked “so it’s a double coffee day?” as I dropped two frozen espresso shots into the cup. And then lectured me on how coffee is a “want” and not a “need” (they just studied wants and needs in social studies, we need water, air, food, etc.). [...]