Luke and I went to speech therapy this morning, and that was good. Then we met my dad at Pinkerton Park in Franklin. It was nice there and Luke had a lot of fun, but it was also pretty cold. We drove home and played with Legos until lunch. After lunch things kind of fell apart. He wouldn’t nap and was very defiant. So I loaded him into the car and we started driving. He screamed bloody murder for about ten minutes before falling asleep. We drove through Lewisburg, Cornersville and Lynnville before returning home. It started snowing on the last leg of the journey. When we arrived I saw that he had thrown up on himself, which must have been what some of the screaming was about. I felt pretty bad then, but he was in good spirits and wanted a snack. We played until Liz got off work, then had dinner and he went to bed. Hopefully he won’t wake up a bunch during the night.