Sunday: Seven patients. Five nurses. Bad. Very Bad. By the end of the day, Two patients. Six nurses. Much better.

I hope that once Patrick notices our beautiful Christmas tree, he likes he. So far the plastic spatula is more entertaining.

Kevin is officially unemployed. We are not panicking. Really.

I made my first batch of Christmas cookies last night. Peanut Butter Blossoms. Those tasty cookies with the Hershey's Kiss in the middle. They were my Dad's favorite cookies.

Patrick is becoming more mobile. He rolls over like a champ (although it's his only trick, and he can't do it on command. Dogs still smarter). When I leave him on the floor for a minute, he ends up in a different place, like with his head stuck under the entertainment center. I'm betting money that he's crawling in the next two months.

Drama Drama continues. But I've decided that We Are Good Enough. They way they behave, it's not our fault. And "being better" isn't our job. So there.