checking in

Kam got onto me for not blogging. So, a quick check-in. We spent the weekend hanging out with this little lovely and her parents:

Oh, yes, that IS the legendary Playette. She and her parents came to Texas and we got to hang out with them for THREE whole days. It was awesome. More later.

Love you. Miss you. Mean it.

Wendy

P.S. My son is almost five. Five. When did that happen?

where does he get this stuff?

Tonight, Derek is wearing a plaid flannel shirt, blue jeans, and a knit cap. And here's the convo:

Jackson: Dad, you look like a wood chopper.

Derek: What's wrong with that?

Jackson: Well, first off, this isn't the woods, Hot Chop.

Hello February

Goodbye January. I think my kids are trying to see who can hit our deductible first.

Last week:

Kira - woke up at 3:30 am on Tuesday sounding like she was gasping for breath. Her lips were pink. She was sucking her thumb, but her breathing sounded horrible. Diagnosis: croup and another ear infection.

Jackson - On Friday morning, he started running a fever. By 3:00 that afternoon, his fever was at 105.1. We headed to the children's hospital ER to pick up our pneumonia diagnosis.

I think the funky virus I had a few days before Kira got sick manifested itself in a variety of ways. Derek's had a cough, too. We all seem to be on the mend, thankfully.

A semi-related kind of gross funny: I keep having to apologize to Derek for accidentally getting snot on him when I kiss him. He said, "That's ok. I've just started thinking of you as my little snail of love."