Last night Porter woke suddenly in the night & was calling for me. When I went to his room, he said "I need to check something...Is Daddy in his bed?" I told him yes, Daddy was in his bed. He said, "He didn't go to the hospital?" I assured him that no, he didn't go to the hospital during the night & together we went in & saw that he was indeed sleeping in his bed. I thought it was so sweet that he was worried that Daddy went to the hospital during the night. (You can tell this has happened in the past, unfortunately.)
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This morning I woke up with a migraine & was doing my best to deal. Blair's aide who was there, suggested I get a washcloth & soak it with really hot water & put it over my head. A few minutes later, I couldn't find Porter. I called his name & heard him yell back, "I'm in the bathroom, Mom, getting you a washcloth." I went in there & found him on his stool in front of the sink, with a washcloth running under water. It doesn't get much sweeter than that.
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