I don't know about you, but I don't find sleeping on a remote control all that comfortable. Motown is one funny boy. He seems to be feeling okay lately. We sure dislike giving him the fluid injections -- they take too long and he really hates being swaddled like a newborn -- but they seem to make him feel quite a bit better, so onward we go. He doesn't know it yet, but tonight is treatment night...
I can't believe it's almost Halloween. We carved a pumpkin with the biggest mustache, but this nasty rain we're having is keeping me from snapping a photo. Hoping to take one before Mr. Mustache starts to take a turn for the worse. Ewww.
Dustin and I are looking forward to tricker-treaters this year. For the first time in Philly, we now live on a little street that seems pretty perfect for some good tricker-treating action. Can't wait to see what comes a' knockin'.
More soon,
l.





