It's been a very busy few days. Our nephew Collin went into the hospital with seizures so Beth went up to Michigan on Thursday to see Stephanie. She left Alex and Melissa with friends Thursday and I took Friday off to watch them so she could stay overnight. Alex had been somewhat sick for a few days (we thought it was teething) but on Friday morning he had blisters on his hands and feet and in his mouth. When Beth got home Friday afternoon she took him to the doctor and as it turns out he has "hand, foot, and mouth" disease. Probably caught it in the day care room at the YMCA. Not real serious but contagious (to other kids), the primary symptom other than the blisters is being crabby (yes. he is.) and without much appetite. Our first day of league bowling was Saturday, and since we hadn't picked up a ball since last year's league ended, we didn't do so well. 101-119-148 for me, 101-86-94 for Beth. Today I missed church; since Alex can't be in the nursery I stayed home with him while Beth took Melissa. Today was my fantasy football draft day. Last year I missed draft day and lost every game, this year I plan to dominate.

Today, for the first time ever, a Knight family portrait was taken. Mom, Dad, and Laura have been here visiting (Laura just moved to Minneapolis) and we took the opportunity of everyone being here to have a portrait done. We went all the way to Mishawaka to have it taken, and came close to the drive being for nothing. Alex was NOT in the mood to hold still and smile for the camera. Too much stimulation, all hyper. He played with the props until our turn for the photo came, and he did NOT want to be picked up and did NOT want to be taken away from the toys. He pitched a fit and cried. Finally, we got the idea to bring the big fire engine prop into the room, have him sit in it, and have the rest of the family surround him. That worked. The planets converged, and Alex looked at the camera with a pleasant look on his face while the photographer was ready to shoot. We got a very good shot of everyone (except Melissa, who was asleep and partially obscured, don't care). Before heading back, we ate at Olive Garden...Dad had never been to one.