Besides me moaning and groaning and being pitiful life has gone on. I am feeling better today (thank God!) so when searching for a warm outfit for Michael to wear, I came across a sweatshirt Beth gave Michael over a year ago and thought, “Hrmm.. haven’t taken any pictures in a while and it was a news years resolution….”
It still doesn’t fit but Michael loves the “Tar Hirt!” He is still having trouble with Ss at the beging of words.
I told him that the sweatshirt was from Auntie Buffy and now all he is saying… well more like screaming is, “Here she comes! Auntie Buffy she comes! Tar Hirt Auntie Buffy!”