Just another Manic Monday

We had a nice weekend, despite the obvious. Mom and Dad were in town for the Bama game, and Samantha always loves having her Big Guy and Grammy around. In hindsight, they wish they had stayed home with her rather than trekking to Neyland. Steve and I didn't even bother to venture to the game ... its the first Tennessee/Bama home game Steve has missed since 1984. I use "miss" loosely - he didn't miss much.

Obviously stressed by the Vols lackluster performance, sweet Samantha woke up this morning with a rash on her back. It necessitated our first "sick visit" to the doctor. Dr. Herron said its either the sweet potatoes or something she wore, but not to worry about it. It should run its course in a day or so, and it isn't bothering her at all. I'm pretty sure its something she wore ... I'm told food allergies result in an all-over rash. Samantha's is not bad. We took a break from the taters tonight but will try them again tomorrow. If the rash comes back, we'll know to take them out of her repertoire. I should send Phil our medical bills, including pain and suffering, while he is still gainfully employed.

So happy to be hanging with Big Guy and Grammy!

Maybe she liked the taters more than I thought - tonight, given the choice of rice or her high chair toy, she chose the latter.

Steve tries to figure out what the big deal is.