Clayton had his second set of botox injections this morning. We had to be at the hospital at 5:30 a.m. YUCK. I had my alarm set for 3:50, and he woke up crying around 3:00, so we ended up just getting up then. So by the time we got settled in pre-op, he was TIRED. And we usually find him in recovery throwing a fit, giving the nurses a run for the money--but today he was snoozing away. Guess that gas sent him into lala land!