Warning: Do Not Eat the Vegetables

This weekend has been very trying for me, as I have been nursing Greg post-surgery, and Brooke decided that it would be a good time to cut some more fangs.  Count em:  Two cranky, stir-crazy patients.

So far, only Brooke has resorted to tears and rolling around dramatically on the floor, though I think that I would be seeing a lot more of that without Greg's steady diet of Percocets, takeout, and Redbox DVDs. 

All poor Brooke has is some homeopathic gum gel. 

Aside from freely flowing meds, we have also been using a lot of frozen products.  Brooke has been teething on anything that she can get her jaws around, from the remote control, to parental legs, to dog legs, to...when we've really got it together, the frozen plastic rings designed specifically for the purpose. 

Mama's other little patient was using an ice pack to pamper his privates, but somewhere along the line, he came to prefer the feel of frozen vegetables.

WARNING: It would be ill-advised to partake of any steamed vegetables from the Holler household for a while.

Greg thinks that because the vegetables are on the OUTSIDE of his new man panties, that somehow that makes them more appetizing in the future...  My general rule is that if a frozen product has been defrosted on anyone's groin--clothed or unclothed--it should be off the menu forever.  And ever.

Honestly!

I would love to post more, but I have vegetables to disinfect and return to the freezer...