Botox for the Bum

We go in tomorrow morning bright and early. Here's to a fun night of pedialyte (which he despises and does very well at refusing) followed by an early morning of NPO until he is put under for the procedure. I never like looking at him when he's asking so urgently with his piercing eyes, "I am hungry Mom, why aren't you feeding me?!" Nope, don't like that at all.

On a happier note there are heros all around and ours is in the form of a champion of a friend that is taking our children from Odark thirty until who knows when. It all depends on how long Malachi takes to, wake up, drink pedialyte (that's always fun), keep it down, pee it out, and then do the same with formula. Then we can come home.