One more day shipboard and we're going to have to stop at neonatal when we get there. Gentle massages seem to be the only thing that calm Jr. down, and that only means he resorts to disco instead of gymnastics.
Because of this it has been decided that I do not need to details of yesterdays 'adventure' under the assumption that it would only upset me. I'm fine. It's Jr. who's having trouble settling down.
The only thing worse than Case's hovering is Bri's. I finally had to send them out for Tai Chi. It's amazing how annoying not being upset can get.
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