I am reminded how glad and thankful I am that Cameron told his mom she isn't going with us to St. Louis next week, she is having her sick and dizzy episodes everyday now so I know it would have been a complete disaster on the way up there and during the whole trip and I would have either missed my race or suffered miserable during it.
I am already getting supplies for Dorian's birthday party, it is going to be Nemo themed and awesome even though he most likely won't remember any of it except for when looking through the photos. I know he'll jump right into his cake, he won't even wait a minute to do it. Of course it is going to be one hell of a mess afterwards, so he will most likely be in just a diaper when it's time to eat his cake.
Lord, I just about had heart attack a little bit ago. I had to run to the bathroom and Dorian was sitting in his high chair watching a movie, apparently he started crying and screaming while Cameron was on the phone, so Alice (Cameron's mom) comes into my office and gets him out of his high chair. I come in and for a few seconds all I can see is that he isn't in high chair, he is crying and my first thought was he fell out. Once I saw that she barely had a hold of him in my chair, it didn't make me feel any better. She's been having her dizzy/sick episodes all day and she could have dropped him during the struggle, he could have struggled when she was getting him out of the high chair and caused her to drop him midway which could have broken his leg or arm. Of course Cameron didn't see it as a big deal, but thankfully nothing bad happened.
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