Update.

Just so ya know...

Thanks for all the thoughts and notes about my dad...truly appreciated.

I ended up getting out of my funk by buying a birthday cake for my dad and sharing it with the boys. ;) I tried to think of what his favorite type of cake was, but ultimately decided that I couldn't remember a dessert he didn't like, lol. He didn't like peanut butter or coconut...he'd still eat them, of course...he just didn't like them. ;) 

Micah was doing so well...until he threw up in the local Target, where we were getting the cake. Yup. Lovely. The coughing spasm got the best of him and we had to flag down two gals to do the official clean up. (Sidenote: They used this stuff they were calling "Absorb" which they sprinkled on the mess before sweeping it up. Got me thinking. Is there something like that that I can use at home but then vacuum up instead of sweep?) Anyhow, I felt horrible and apologized profusely as Noah took Micah to the water fountains and bathroom. (He was fine after that, of course.) Before we left, I did give both employees some of my Three Musketeer "Papa bars" to say thanks. I think it made us all feel better. :)