It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity. It was one child happy and the other sad, it was one child sick and the other feeling fine. It was one child asleep all night and the other up every two hours. it was, IT IS, the time of having two children.
It seems that we can’t just get both of these two boys on the same schedule. Jackson has been doing great, no illnesses, no concussions and he hasn’t split his head open or required staples or stitches in a while, and of course Oliver needs to be quarantined. Jax is passed out, dreaming with sugar plums dancing in his head, and Oliver is screaming and wheezing at the same time.
Jackson is asleep, for now… Oliver is finishing his asthma treatment as we speak… I’m interested to see how this tale of two children is going to play out.
Sorry Son: Chronicles of a New Dad 