Thursday, August 31, 2006


We don't get the bouncy seats anymore. Are dad's pants on fire? That looks more dangerous than what I'm doing. It is a bouncy seat after all.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

I Was So Excited!

That I just, well, um, passed out really. There are so many things to do on vacation! We went on a couple boat rides, watched dad catch a fish as big as me, went to a state park for lunch, had soda pop and Cheetos, played with our cousins, crawled around in prickly grass. It was so much different than our grass. In our grass if you sit down just a little too long, it kind of sucks you in and starts growing over you. Mom says it’s like Creep Show. But this grass had single blades and you could chew on them. We also slept in every morning and mom said that was the best part.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Friday, August 11, 2006

Fill'er Up

Okay, so mom said that we are just going to avoid the whole thing and not eat on Sunday and I better get in all I can now.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

What A Difference a Day Makes

Mom got back from Boston on Wednesday night. She said it was uneventful. Thursday morning the airplane people said we couldn’t take any liquid on the plane we are getting on Sunday morning. She says there is absolutely no way she is going to “taste” the no soy/no milk, hydrolysate formula for the security people to prove that it is not propellant for an explosive. She said the soy formula that Ben drinks that she accidentally tasted once is bad enough. And she said no one is allowed to poop since she can’t take hand sanitizer with her… We’re all going to share my drugs and hope for the best before we board on this trip.

I Think I'm Ready

So last night mom starts mumbling about poor Seth. Poor Seth. Poor Seth. Little guy cries all the time until Ms. Mildred comes and picks him up and holds him. But, OHHHH, he has that beautiful smile. I thought we had this problem taken care of when I heard that he was moving to the toddler room while we were on vacation. I didn't realize that you were supposed to be toddling BEFORE you went to the toddler room. Turns out that Seth is younger than I am by 2 weeks, doesn't crawl and certainly doesn't pull up.Mom said Ms. Caroline, the director, called her this morning and Ms. Caroline gave mom and dad the "opportunity" to move us into the toddler room first since the daycare is determined to move two babies in there. It will now be an "infant/toddler" room. Boy, you want to hear mom start mumbling fast and furious. However, she was very clear and loud on the phone because Aunt Cynthia started mumbling that she didn't want to be that person. Apparently mom declined the "opportunity" for us to move.Then she mumbled something about hobbling Ben. I think I'll just keep looking on with my brown eyes and smiling--hopefully they'll just ignore me.

Tuesday, August 8, 2006

In The Chute

We saw the pulmonologist yesterday. (By the way, I am a hefty 18 pounds and 12 ounces now.) The doctor said bronch-os-copy. Mom said invasive. Doctor said X-ray review. And it was settled. Apparently mom and dad have done everything they really can at this point. He said that if the X-ray looked okay, he was comfortable with seeing me again in 2 months to see if I have improved with the medicine I am currently taking. If anything was off on the X-ray, he was going to schedule the scope. There was talk of possible surgery. Mom told me to put that out of my head for now. I tried my best to be on good behavior. I didn't cough, I quit the raspy breathing, I smiled for everyone, and was generally "a very healthy little boy" according to the doctor. Mom said I made her look crazy. Well, she made me look crazy when she put me in the chute to have my X-ray. All I could do was look at her in wonderment as they clamped me in there, much like the poor little boy in the picture...except my little hands barely made it over the top of the chute.

Thursday, August 3, 2006

The Occurrence

Actually, there were 2 occurrences. Mommy had to sign all sorts of paperwork last night before she could take me home. She keeps saying that if I would stop doing the Nestea Plunge when there was no water, I might have better luck. She also says its going to get much worse before it gets any better.

Wednesday, August 2, 2006

Come on

Okay. This isn't even a hat. It's a green bowl. It was kind of funny with the sombrero, but not really with the green bowl. Alright, it was a little funny, especially when I was able to get it off my head. And the other one might be putting on some weight, but have you seen what they are doing with his hair? I'd ask for a hat if I was that guy. They could try to get it to lay down, they don't. In fact, they try to make it stick up more. It amuses them. When mom picks us up from daycare, Ms. Mildred always has it slicked down using some of the lotion Nicholas has, but mom can't get out of the room without messing it back up and getting it to stick straight up. She tossles his head like she's just saying hello, but it's pretty obvious she's getting his hair back the way she wants it. Ms. Mildred and mommy just smile at each other warmly, and Ms. Mildred says what a sweet boy Nicholas is. You can see her almost reach out and pat his head, but she always waits until the next morning.

Tuesday, August 1, 2006

A Convienient Truth

Mom has been mumbling about something called August in the South and heat advisories and utility bills. She says we're going to do our part for the environment and stop doing laundry--for the greater good, she says. Such an activist that lady is. I think that is breakfast, lunch AND dinner on the only remaining piece of my wardrobe.