Wednesday's are CBS days. And since James tends to get sick after CBS days, our nurse delicately and lovingly suggested that I not take him to CBS anymore...although it is a treasured morning of adult time...time for me...time when someone else is watching James...time to grow spiritually...time to regain a small measure of sanity...and she wants me to give it up?!?!?!?!?! Well, my sweet Mommy graciously offered to watch him so I could go. THANK YOU!!!!! It was a true gift and blessing. I enjoyed the time with my group and the lecture...and not having to feel antsy and squirmy about James being in the nursery. His little bo bo is still not doing so great. He is still going commando for the better part of the day in an ardent effort to help it heal faster. Poor little guy. The waking up is the worst...waking up in the morning and from naps. It rattles me to my very core. He screams bloody dadgum murder and cries and throws a fit. It is awful. It takes both Brad and I to...