We're all moved in back home today... probably put up more pictures, etc. later sometime when we catch our breath. I will say that the new medical lingo referring to this time with a newborn as the "fourth trimester" is either mathematically challenged or purposely doing violence to our language.
Tonight I was getting Krista's pills out and A asked me something.
"Just a minute," I said to A, "I have to get Mom's drugs."
She looked at me intensely and said, "DRUGS?!"
In about three seconds every anti-drug advertisement and cartoon I had ever seen flew through my brain... from an egg representing my brain and on through the musical stylings of McGruff the Crime Dog.
"Uh," I said. "I meant medicine."
A looked at me skeptically. "Then why did you say drugs?"
"Some medicines can also be called drugs," I said.
And then she gave me the most withering look of pure disappointment. As if to say, Dad, I thought I raised you better than that.