SuperNate and WonderGeorgia!

Hahahaha! Isn't that awesome? My Aunt Pam gave Nate this costume a long time ago, but he's just now into dressing up. He said, "Wook, I can fly down the stairs!" Noooooo! I think it's kinda cool that you can see his scar through the back of the Superman costume. He is certainly my superhero.

I am on an organizing kick, so I spent most of yesterday in Georgia's room sorting through the clothes that are too small for her now and getting out the 3-6 month clothes. Thanks to my mom, she had TWELVE PAIRS of pink pants! That's just the pink ones! My mom should not be allowed on ebay. Anyway, I was trying hats on her to see wha still fit, and this was just too cute.

It was very .... interesting .... to try to keep Nate and Georgia occupied while I worked in Georgia's room. Nate's idea of fun was taking the stacks of neatly folded clothes and throwing them everywhere! He actually got three time outs within an hour for doing that. At one point, he said he wanted to play downstairs, so I said, "Okay, you can either play by yourself in the toy room downstairs, or you can go in your room and play with your books." He said, "Hmmm. How bout another good choice."

Nate found this huge book our insurance sent us about how to take care of a baby and was flipping through it (he loves big books, bigger the better). He said, "Mama, this is a book about trick or treating!" I said, "Oh yeah, can you read it to me?" So he flipped to a page and said, "One day, trick or treating ... (mumble mumble mumble)." Flipped about 40 pages, "Trick or treating ... (mumble mumble mumble)." Flipped a few more pages, "Trick or treating ... (mumble mumble mumble). The end."

He also made me laugh when I got him a cup of water and he said, "Mama, I spilled it all over!" I told him it was okay, I would clean it up. He said, "Poor me." Ha!

Georgia is getting so much better at tummy time! She now props herself up on her elbows.

Thump thump thump thump AGHHHHHH!

Nate fell down the stairs. :(

I was on the phone with my mom, and Blake was getting ready for work. Nate wanted to go upstairs to see daddy, and I let him go because he has crawled up and down those stairs a thousand times without a single incident. But when he was coming back down, I guess the ear infection affected his balance, so when he got halfway down he started rolling. After I got him calmed down enough to talk to me, I could assess that he didn't seem to have hurt anything except his handsome little face. He had a carpet burn on his cheek, and his nose was bleeding a little. For the rest of the morning, all he wanted to talk about was "I rolled down the stairs! I hurt my face. I started crying." Poor guy. To make matters worse, he fell and ran into things all day long. His balance was really off because of his ear.

His ear is still hurting, and now the other one is starting to hurt too, which the doctor said might happen because it looked "suspicious" when he checked them. His nose is really stuffy now too, and he sometimes has a cough. So we're loading him up on motrin, sudafed, pulmicort, albuterol, and fluids, and I find myself sleeping in the floor beside his bed at various points in the middle of the night. He hasn't been to school the last couple of days. Yesterday instead of aquatherapy we did PT in the clinic and he did fine, but I cancelled his 8 am PT today. Instead, he spent the morning building a tower out of jars from the bottom shelf of the fridge. :)

Starting the week off right

Yesterday Nate got kicked out of Sunday School again. It might have had something to do with all the candy from the night before. He made it to chapel this time, but when they started singing he lost it. Oh well, we'll keep trying.

For the rest of the day, he cried, "I need a sucker!" about four thousand times. I thought I'd pull my hair out. Another favorite: "I need to trick or treat again!"

Since they were both dressed up so cute, I thought I'd take a few pictures.

What can I say, he enjoys helping with the laundry.

I asked Nate if he'd like to hold Georgia for a picture, and he was very excited.

Still pretty excited, but Georgia was getting less excited.

Both are losing interest.

Nate said "I'm done" as he pushed her away.

Georgia is getting soooo big.

So this morning, Georgia rolled over, from back to belly, for the first time! I was so proud! She's only 3 months and a couple days old. Then later in the day, I laid her on the couch to jump up and stop Nate from throwing beans all over the living room and put him in time out .... and she rolled off the couch. Oops. She was fine, but MAD.

This afternoon, Nate said he was tired and wanted to lay down on the couch to watch "toy trains" which is this extremely boring documentary about these old guys who build model trains in their basements. He loves this show. Anyway, when he laid down, he said, "Mama, my ear hurts." At first I just pretended I didn't hear that, because I really, really did not want to hear that. But he said it again a few minutes later. He kept pointing at that ear, and he was whining that it hurt. So I called the nurse at the pediatrician's office to see what I should do. She suggested I give him motrin and call in the morning to get an appointment. I asked if they could get him in this evening. It was 4:30, and they close at five. But she asked the doctor, and when he heard it was Nate, he said to come on in. I told Nate we would go see the doctor and he would see what was wrong with his ear and fix it. Turns out it's a pretty bad ear infection, and the doctor said the eardrum might burst. He got prescriptions for an antibiotic and for numbing drops, but the pharmacy won't have the drops until tomorrow. As we were leaving the doctor's office, Nate said, "Mama, my ear hurts again. We need to go see the doctor again to see what's wrong." Aww, he thought the doctor was going to fix it right then. I should have been more clear. :) A little motrin made him feel better to go to sleep, and I hope the antibiotic starts working quickly. In the meantime, he won't be able to get in the pool tomorrow for aquatherapy.

One quick cute story. Nate has been playing with his little kitchen and play food a lot lately. He puts things like a plastic chicken leg, a waffle, some ice cream, and a tomato on a plate and says, "Mama, I made you a special treat!" Today he was playing with the food and started pretending to give his sock monkey a chicken leg, and I saw some plastic bananas sitting right beside him. I said, "Hey, Nate, do you know what monkeys eat?" He said very seriously, "Sandwiches."

Trick or Treating!

The Quest for Georgia's Smile

She smiles a lot. Really. She has this huge, toothless, chubby cheeked smile that will melt your heart. But you'll have to take my word on that, because I cannot capture it in a photo to save my life. Believe me, I've tried. But the big cheeses are fleeting, and my camera is too slow. Plus it shines this red light on her for like 5 seconds before flashing, and that is supposed to reduce red-eye, but it's still there almost always and it only distracts her. Anyway, here are my best recent attempts.

So I cut off the top of her head in a couple, but I got the tail end of a smile. She's now also giving a little "heee" for a laugh along with the smile sometimes. And in the last couple of days she's started rubbing her eyes when sleepy--awwwww.

This week, Nate has really proven his three-ness. He has tested every boundary and pushed every button. For example, yesterday he RAN from me every time I came at him. I never thought I'd be telling Nate, "Stop running, mister!" Then during his bath, I was trying to deal with a fussy Georgia while Nate was playing with his bath toys, and he started splashing water out of the tub, all over me and the whole bathroom. I told him to stop. He looked at me and did it again. I gave him another warning. He did it again. I smacked his hand. He did it AGAIN. So then I pulled him out of the tub like I should have done to begin with. After his bath, I attempted giving him a nap, because he really, really needed it. We did his little naptime routine, and as I was leaving, I told him he could look at a book, but he must stay in bed. I went to my room to feed Georgia, and next thing I know I hear him running around downstairs! This is the kid who, until last week, didn't know he could get out of bed until I told him it was okay. So I guess it was just a matter of time, but still, he got a time out for that one.

Nate is always either deliriously happy or unbearably grumpy. There is no in between. The grumpiness has just gotten kind of funny. Often I'll be talking on the phone in the truck, and I'll hear Nate from the backseat say, "No talking anymore" or "No laughing!" He's doing a little better about not screaming at stoplights, but now Georgia pipes up! Good grief, what is it with my children and stoplights! I blame it on Blake--he's not a fan of them either. On longer road trips, we try to keep Nate occupied by looking for bridges and tunnels, a huge interest for him. But after every cool bridge, tunnel, horse, whatever, he always says, "I wanna see another bridge (tunnel, horse, whatever)." Monday on our way to Nashville, we saw this huge dinosaur beside the road advertising Dinosaur World or something. We pointed it out to Nate, and he said, "I wanna see another dinosaur beside the road." Haha, well ... that's not likely except on the way home.

Sleep has also become a big issue around here. Since Nate gave up naps a few weeks ago, he is so exhausted all the time and really has a hard time making it to his normal bedtime. This is how this week has gone. Sunday on the way home from the Greenhill Halloween party, Nate fell asleep in the truck, so I carried him in and laid him on the couch and he continued to nap. He woke up late and then was up till midnight. Monday, he fell asleep for a couple hours on the way home from Nashville, then he was up till midnight. Tuesday, he was exhausted from his wacky sleep schedule, so he again fell asleep in the truck and was up till around 11. Wednesday, he had PT at 8 am, so he was really tired all day. Well, this lady came over (medicaid stuff) around 5:30, and I planned to give Nate dinner after she left. While she was here, Nate was getting really bossy, like telling this lady she had to come play trains with him. Next time I looked over at him, he was sitting straight up in the floor nodding off. It was hilarious. So I carried him to the couch and he was sound asleep. I had no idea what to do--if I woke him, he'd be up till midnight again. But he hadn't had dinner, so if I put him to bed, he might not sleep through the night. Well, I tried to wake him, and he didn't want to wake up to eat, so I put him to bed. At 3:30 am, he woke up and needed a snack and a drink. By 4:30, he and I were both laying on blankets in his floor asleep. Yesterday, Elizabeth came over so I could go to Bible study, and Nate threw such a fit when I left that she put him right to bed, and he cried for a half hour and passed out. Then this evening, Nate AGAIN fell asleep in the truck, but this time I knew he HAD to wake up so I didn't have to sleep in his floor again. Ugh, it's such a mess. And of course all of this starts now that Georgia is sleeping through the night.

Nate is super excited about trick or treating. He got to wear his Thomas costume to school on Thursday for the Halloween party. They apparently got orange ice cream, because Nate had it all over his face, and so did Thomas! This costume is going to be in shambles before trick or treating is over. This morning he also got to wear it again to music class.

Okay, there were probably 15 kids there and several adults, and everyone was playing loud musical instruments. And there's Georgia in her car seat, sound asleep!

A couple cute things Nate says that I don't want to forget: I could make one of those inspirational calendars with some of Nate's affirmations. He says things like, "It's TODAY!" :) and "I'm HERE!" and of course "It's party time!"

And he calls the chalk board a "chocwat" (chocolate) board. :)

So much going on!

Blog, I've been thinking about you but haven't had time to update you in the last few days. I'm sorry to neglect you.

Saturday, we hadn't quite recovered from our disastrous Friday night party, but we packed up and headed to my best friend Mindy's house for an overnight visit at their new house. We had a short visit, and Nate was a wild man, but we all really had fun.

Mindy's mom got this pumpkin hat for Georgia. How cute is that?

Then Nate had to try it on.

That started a game Nate called "Pumpkin Ball." Blake, Scott, and Nate threw that pumpkin hat around for hours.

Of course Nate had a terrible time trying to get to sleep with all the excitement, then he didn't want to leave the next day. :) Oh, this was cute--On Saturday night when we were saying our prayers, Nate asked to pray for Mindy and Scott's doggies. :) Then Sunday night he asked to pray for Mindy and said he was going to dream about playing at Mindy and Scott's house. Sweet boy.

We got home and almost immediately started getting ready for our Halloween party at Greenhill! They dressed up the horses and had a parade! This only shows about half of them. They had a buffalo, a devil, a unicorn, a skeleton, a circus pony, a farmer, the tin man, and an Indian. And all the kids got pony rides. I have a new level of respect for Nate's therapist, because I had to hold onto him when he was taking a ride on Mickey, and he was flopping everywhere.

So, cutest little Minnie Mouse you've ever seen, right?

All the kids were saying, "Look, there's Thomas!"

Nate didn't want to leave this bouncy house.

So it was a big, fun weekend, then we had a big Monday! We headed down to Nashville for Nate's annual Spina Bifida Clinic. When we got there, we went up to the Children's Cafe for lunch with Janie, who was there because Bob was in the hospital. Of course we all have runny noses and coughs, so we can't get anywhere near Bob, who is immuno-deficient because he is undergoing chemo and a stem cell transplant, and we tried to not infect Janie. Nate had such a great time with his Memaw (that's who he asked to pray for last night, along with Bob, who we always pray for).

Then we headed upstairs for a renal ultrasound (of his kidneys and bladder). We told him they were going to put jelly on his belly and take pictures of inside his belly with a magic wand, haha. He was looking at the screen to find his pizza from lunch and stuff. The urologist and the nurse came in to speak with us in the ultrasound room--how's that for service? Of course, everything was fine on the ultrasound, as it always is. I told the uro I was thinking about starting potty training, but Nate is showing no interest whatsoever. The uro advised me to just wait until he wanted to try it. It's probably going to take longer anyway (we're not sure if he feels when his bladder is full), so it's going to be an uphill battle if he's fighting us on it. Honestly, that was a relief for me to hear her say that because I don't think he's ready. So we will wait.

Next we went up to the clinic, and on the way saw Mary and Tracy, our MOMS nurses who became like family to us while we were living in Nashville after the prenatal surgery. It's always so good to see them, and it was nice to show them how Nate is now walking and to introduce them to Georgia. Mr. Nate WALKED into clinic for the very first time ever. It's one of those moments we've been waiting on. A big milestone. I was so mad at myself because I forgot my stupid camera at home, so I took pictures on Blake's cell phone, and Mary took some pictures for me too. I just need to get those pictures from both of them, and I'll post them.

Dr. Tulipan, the neurosurgeon, saw us first. We like him because he is an awesome surgeon, but we also resent him because he devastated us the first time we met him by telling us Nate would definitely need a shunt whether he had fetal surgery or not and that he would be in a wheelchair by the time he was in high school. We take great satisfaction in proving him wrong. :) Dr. T asked us a few questions about Nate's walking and cognitive function, then said, "Well, you guys don't really need me, so I'll leave."

All we had left to see was the ortho, Dr. Mencio, but he had had surgeries all day and was running late. So Nate did about 30 laps around the halls of the clinic. It's so hard for a kid to wait like that, and I'm so glad he's walking now because at last year's clinic we finally gave up and let him crawl down the hallway. Yuck! Eventually, Dr. Mencio showed up and approved of Nate's braces and looked at him standing and walking barefoot. Unlike his PT's, who have told me to not let Nate walk barefoot at home very much because it could potentially damage his knees, the ortho wasn't concerned about that and said he could walk barefoot as much as he wanted. Not sure who to believe there. He said bracing is very "fluid" and as Nate gets bigger and stronger, he may need to go up in bracing (meaning taller braces, AFOs) or he could go down (like a shoe insert). Of course we're hoping for the latter.

Both kids slept the whole way home, which was nice until about midnight when they were both awake and fussing. Then I was up bright and early to go to my scheduled massage!!! Some of my friends gave me a gift certificate to Aveda salon and spa when Georgia was born, and I used it for some much-needed relaxation this morning. It was fantastic. And I still have enough left on the gift card to get another massage when I start feeling tense again.

By the way, my headaches have gotten so much better. I think it's a combination of the daily medication my doctor gave me and the fact that Georgia is sleeping about 7 hours at a time these days! It's amazing what good sleep can do for you!

Speaking of that, it's past time for me to go to bed. We have PT at 8 am tomorrow!

Oh, let me tell you about my night.

Last Friday, the director of Green Hill, where Nate gets his therapy, invited us to a dinner this Friday at the Galt House. They got a grant from Kosair Children's Charities, and they asked all grant recipients to bring a kid and their family with them to the dinner. Well, it was very nice of him to choose us, and Blake and I both were super excited to eat at the Galt House, a very nice Louisville restaurant we could normally not afford to go to!

We were supposed to be there for pictures with the Green Hill people at 4:30. We had music class and hippotherapy today, so I rushed around last minute to find us all something to wear. (There is a point to this. Wait for it.) Blake came straight from work, so he wore slacks and a button down shirt. Nate wore gray cargo pants and a cute plaid button down shirt. Georgia wore a little dress with a big hairbow. And I wore black pants and a blue top with sparklies on top and my sensible black suede slip on shoes. We were dressed like we were going to church, I guess. Well, we got there, and people were dressed to the nines. Party dresses. Suits and ties. High heels and sparkly handbags. Wraps. Sequins! Oh no!!!!! We were grossly underdressed, and I was so embarrassed. Why didn't anyone tell me it was semi-formal?!!!! Seriously, I was mortified.

We had our picture taken and then there was kind of a cocktail hour type thing in the lobby outside the ballroom. Not exactly kid friendly, so we let Nate walk around less crowded areas, and I went to the powder room to feed Georgia. She promptly spit up puddles of milk all over both of us. Fantastic. Then she had a blowout diaper and got poo on her outfit. At that point, I laughed out loud.

Finally, the doors opened and we could go in the ballroom. The wait staff had already set the tables with salads and dessert. Anyone who knows Nate could predict what would happen when he saw the cake. He wanted it right then. And asking a 3 year old cake lover to sit and look at cake and not eat it is just torture. So we let him eat it. Then as everyone ate their salads, Nate started getting antsy. I took him out to the lobby, where we went up and down the escalators, went to the bathroom to wash our hands (a new favorite activity of his), played follow the leader, and did anything I could think of to entertain him for awhile. Then I saw that the main course was being served, so we went back in. Well guess what--they ran out of kids meals. The waitress said they were making more and would bring one to Nate when it was available, but that never happened. He ate a few bites of Blake's dinner and a roll and called it a day.

I will say that the food was excellent. I believe it was a pecan crusted chicken with caramelized pecans on top, with steamed vegetables, an excellent salad, and cake that was to die for. It was like chocolate cake, topped with a layer of fudge, topped with a layer of dulce de leche. It would have been nice to eat this food while it was hot ... or without a baby in one arm ... but you can't be picky about such things.

Nate started getting antsy again, but then it was time for the "Parade of Children." The kids were to follow this "ice cream man" around the room, weaving in and out of tables, dancing to the music, while everyone in the room applauded for them. Our friend Jennifer from the Spina Bifida Association of Kentucky brought her daughter Gracie, and she offered to walk with Nate in the parade. Nate thought this was a great plan until he realized I wasn't there, and Jennifer had to bring him back to me crying "mama mama mama," which is really unlike him. So I did the parade with him. I might have been the only parent in the parade, and the ice cream man said that if parents joined the parade they had to dance .... So Nate and I, in our embarassingly casual outfits, danced around the room, in and out of tables, while fancily dressed people clapped for us. Then Nate fell and started crying, so I scooped him up and danced faster to the end of the parade!

Next up was the presentation part of the evening, when they announced who got grants and how much and also presented awards. Okay, I am so thankful that Kosair Children's Charities does what they do. But. It took forever. The room was quiet as everyone listened to whichever speaker was on stage at the moment, except for Nate loudly talking about his trains. So for the next hour or more, Blake and I switched off taking him out to the lobby, back in, repeat. Nate was so tired, and there was just no way to expect a child to sit still and be quiet through such a long program. In fact, I have to say that although it was nice for them to invite children, it was almost like they were just there for the photo ops. There was nothing for the children to do, and it was just exhausting for the parents. Well, for us, at least.

As I was sitting with Nate just outside the doors of the ballroom, a very kind lady walked out toward the restrooms and looked and Nate and said, "He has made all of us smile this evening." God bless her. :) Nate wanted to go back in and see Daddy, so he promised me he would crawl under the table and play quietly with his trains. Well, he LIED! haha. He walked back in this quiet room yelling, "Daddy! Where are you?!!!" People chuckled.

By the end of the evening, I realized it was for the best that I dressed the way I did. I couldn't have fed Georgia in a party dress (um, not like I own a party dress anyway), and I couldn't chase Nate in high heels. Such is the life of a mother of young children, I guess. There will be opportunities for party dresses later on. So the night wasn't as fun as I had thought it would be. But it was ... comical. And, um, memorable. That's the best I can do tonight. :)

It's been a very interesting couple of days.

So Tuesday night, Nate and I both started feeling terrible. He was laying on the floor whining, so I gave him some sudafed and tylenol and sent him to bed. Then before I went to bed, I took some Tylenol cold and sinus night time. I knew it was safe to take while I was pregnant, so I figured it was safe while nursing too.

The next morning, Nate woke up feeling fantastic! He was bouncing on our bed and laughing and having a great time. I was so sure I'd be taking care of a sick kid all day, so this was a great surprise! Off to school he went!

I, on the other hand, felt miserable. Stuffy nose, sore throat, congested chest. I didn't want to take the night time medicine again, so I started to take a sudafed but thought I'd call my doc to make sure it was okay while nursing. After a half hour on the phone and being transferred 3 times, a nurse gets on the line and says, "Yeah, um, NO." Really? What can I take? "Pretty much nothing." I didn't believe her, so I called our pediatrician. They said the same thing! It turns out that decongestants are "moderately safe" for the baby, but they can dry up your milk! So now I have to suffer through this cold without any medicine. I figured just that one dose the night before wouldn't hurt my milk supply ... but I was wrong! It dramatically reduced it. I ate oatmeal (supposed to help milk supply) and drank water and nursed all day to try to get it back, but by evening, Georgia was hungry, and I couldn't do a thing for her. I had a little frozen milk in the freezer, so I heated that up and Blake tried giving her a bottle. She has totally forgotten how to take a bottle. She couldn't get her mouth coordinated. She got maybe a half ounce. But she was still hungry, and I knew none of us were going to sleep until she got her belly full! So we ended up feeding her with a medicine dropper. :) A couple droppers full, and she was out for 7 hours. And this morning, the milk was back and all was well with the world again. I have learned my lesson. No more cold medicine!

This afternoon I was thinking about how unfortunate it is for Nate that the h1n1 vaccine is apparently not available in Kentucky yet. With a kid like Nate, if he gets the flu, it's very dangerous. He has already had the regular flu vax, and he also needs the h1n1. So I looked online and found out that there are certain parts of the state that DO have it! And the closest place was two counties over, and they were having a flu clinic this evening. So I threw the kids in the car, drove over an hour, and got there right after the clinic started. There were probably a couple hundred people there, and they let us know there might not be enough for everyone. There were two lines--one for generally healthy older kids and adults, and another for high risk groups like pregnant women, small children, people with asthma, caregivers of small children, etc. So we got in the second line. Can you believe there were people smoking in this line full of asthmatic children? Ugh. Anyway, we waited in line for 1.5 hours, and Nate and I did get it. He was such a trouper, with the waiting and getting the shot.

So I'm still sick, and Georgia is pretty stuffy herself. I've cancelled all activities for the last couple days, and it's actually been nice. I've had time to do housework and just hang out with the kids without our usual hustle. Yesterday I taught Nate how to make a peanut butter sandwich, and he enjoyed helping me with everything from putting laundry in baskets to cleaning up his trains. Today when we got home from school, we sat in the driveway and watched a fuzzy caterpillar crawl across the driveway, then we took a walk. These are some of the reasons I love staying home with the kids.

There's always something going on around here, and I feel like my full time job is keeping my brood alive and in fairly good health. :) It's quite a job.

Concussion update

(This post won't make any sense if you haven't read the previous post from this morning.)

When I picked Nate up from school today, I asked the teacher how he acted today. I didn't mention him bumping his head at all. She said, "Well ... he zoned out a couple of times during art, and I had to say his name a couple times to get him to come to. Does he have seizures?" Ugh, that is NOT what I wanted to hear the day after he bumps his head really hard. So I got him in to see the pediatrician this afternoon, and he seems to be fine. It's good that he apparently didn't black out after hitting his head yesterday, that he isn't vomiting, and his balance is fine. The doctor said what usually happens is they cry so hard they then fall asleep, and then you wonder if they have a concussion. He thought the zoning out this morning could be because of the cold symptoms he's starting to show. (He also checked his ears, throat and chest, and all seems clear.) So if he had a concussion, it was minor.

I feel better getting it checked out. It's not a good feeling when your child's teacher asks you if he has seizures! One thing is for sure, Nate certainly always keeps us on our toes. Never a dull week around here.

Those lashes!

Georgia has these amazing eyelashes that look as if she has used one of those tortuous eyelash curlers. They're gorgeous.

Just a quick update before I run out the door. I went to the eye doctor yesterday, and my prescription hasn't changed and nothing is wrong with my eyes that would cause migraines. So I check that off my list. This morning I go to the dentist to fix a crown that is a little off and could be contributing to my tension headaches. I'll get to the bottom of this eventually.

Yesterday Elizabeth came over to watch Nate while I went to the eye doctor and ran a couple errands. Blake got home before I did to relieve Elizabeth, and she told him that she had been giving Nate a piggy back ride and he fell (from a short distance) and hit his head hard on the train table. He was hysterical for several minutes, then she got him to lay on the couch and watch cartoons, and he fell asleep. Okay, he NEVER falls asleep on the couch. I'm pretty sure that has never happened before ever. He woke up when Blake got home and was in a bad mood. Of course I'm worried about a possible concussion, so I called Elizabeth and got more details, and we quizzed Nate on all the names of his trains and checked his eyes, and he appeared to be okay. This morning he has a good knot on the back of his head, and I'm still watching him closely. At some points I've thought he was acting wierd, but I'm pretty sure he always acts a little odd just cause he's 3. :)

Also, his teacher said he had a coughing fit at lunch yesterday and almost threw up his food. I haven't seen a coughing fit yet, but this is the second report of one this week, so I'm a little nervous. Please keep Nate in your prayers that he won't get sicker. We're still giving him his pulmicort treatments at night, and this morning I gave him an albuterol treatment to see if it would prevent any more coughing fits at school. In the meantime, I have a really icky, painful cough myself.

Off to the dentist.