Strange Diagnosis

I went to the chiro yesterday for an adjustment. After hearing me mention I was feeling a bit tired, he poked and prodded along my collarbone til I jumped. A Hmmm, a I've got to get something from the other room, and a Look at the flashlight later, I didn't hurt anymore. His diagnosis-I'm sunlight deficient.

Really? SUNLIGHT?

Weirdly enough, it's true. Apparently there's a gland that needs direct sunlight to function and it can affect everything from moods to muscles to your middle. My prescription for the next two weeks is to sit under a full-spectrum light for at least 15 minutes every day. Finally, a treatment I am actually enjoying. :)

Where's the Mousey?

V got a cute book for Christmas and in each scene you need to lift flaps to find hidden animals. There is also a mouse hidden in each picture and V absolutely LOVES to find the 'squeak, squeak mousey'. He's quite good at it.

Well, a couple weeks ago, we were visiting at my in-laws and V came wandering out of the toy room. He was oh-so-proudly showing his great-grandmother and grandmother the mousey he found while playing. Unfortunately, he didn't know the mouse he was holding was not a fake one but a real (dead) one caught in a trap! After hearing a few SHRIEKS, V thought he was being scolded and threw the trap on the floor. To make him feel better, Grandma T had him 'help' bring the dead mouse outside.

Poor kid didn't know what to think. He was only showing off his mouse! :)