Well, we didn't go to Lynchburg the other weekend because Tyler got a pretty nasty viral infection earlier that week. I got the call from daycare that Wednesday that he had a temperature of over 102. So I picked him up and brought him home. We stayed home the next day, and even on Friday, as he continued to have a fever of almost 103. I took him to the pediatrician, who said it was just going to have to run its course, and suggested that we stay home for the weekend. So we did. By late Saturday afternoon, Tyler was feeling much better and it showed in his attitude. Poor guy just looked so tired and you could tell he didn't feel well before then. We were sorry to miss the wedding that we were scheduled to go to, but it turns out that it rained there so maybe it all worked out for the best. I have a feeling that we would have ended up with a very wet and muddy Tyler had we been there. But we also missed out on visiting with Grandpa and Uncle Eddie, so we are headed there this weekend to see them. Here's hoping for good weather and good health!
This past Sunday was the 2 year anniversary of my Mom's passing. My Dad and Nana Scoggin (with others) spent the day in Union Mills, NC where Mom is buried. Travis, Tyler, & I made that trip last year when Tyler was just about 8 weeks old. But we knew that we wouldn't be able to make that trip every year. So we celebrated Mom's life at home. We have a picture of Mom in his room on his dresser, and before bed that night we pulled it down and showed it to him. He gave his Oma a big, wet, sloppy kiss right on the glass which immediately prompted me to cry. But before he went to bed that night, I made sure that I told him a few stories about Mom. We're determined that he will know who she is, just as if she were always here with him. 
This past Sunday was the 2 year anniversary of my Mom's passing. My Dad and Nana Scoggin (with others) spent the day in Union Mills, NC where Mom is buried. Travis, Tyler, & I made that trip last year when Tyler was just about 8 weeks old. But we knew that we wouldn't be able to make that trip every year. So we celebrated Mom's life at home. We have a picture of Mom in his room on his dresser, and before bed that night we pulled it down and showed it to him. He gave his Oma a big, wet, sloppy kiss right on the glass which immediately prompted me to cry. But before he went to bed that night, I made sure that I told him a few stories about Mom. We're determined that he will know who she is, just as if she were always here with him. 
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