Fruits of my labor

Spaghetti Sauce and Peaches

crocheted doll and froggie

Video of froggie rattle

Get well soon little dude!

Adam is doing much better than yesterday morning. We got down our nebulizer and have been giving him breathing treatments, having him take nice warm showers, and confining him to his room all day. For those of you who know him, this not an easy task. He loves to talk to everyone and play with his brothers. It's hard to keep telling him to get back in his room. The funny thing is is that with all that is going on with him: fever, pneumonia, coughing, he makes sure to give me an update on the injection site from his shots. That's the only thing he notices is wrong. He wants me to call everyone he knows to tell them that he had to get shots. me:"hey adam, grandpa called to see how you were", adam: "did you tell him I got shots?" "two of them?" me:"yes, I did" adam: "good". It is so funny what adults think is important compared to kids. Here is a picture of him with his whole layout of books, markers, and his breathing treatments. The winnie the pooh and tigger poster is a 'get well' card that Ian and I colored for him when he went to the hospital.

Adam and Ian love to play star wars and other "boys games" in this "spy house". Do not mention to them that it kind of looks like a doll house. They won't agree at all because "that is too embarrassing to have a doll house"

I have finally started to accept the fact that I like to do homemaker stuff like quilting and scrap booking. So I am making this 'practice baby quilt' out of my mom's old scraps. Some of the stitches look like I may have had a few beers and got a little tipsy, but I am excited for what it will look like.

After about four months Adam finally lost his tooth. That thing didn't want to come out. He wouldn't let me pull it out like my dad did to me when I had loose teeth. I don't know why not, it sounds perfectly safe and normal.

On a solemn note, Adam is really sick with Pneumonia right now. He woke up this morning and had to work really hard to breathe. He woke me up by saying, "Mom, I have an emergency... I kind of laughed in my head, but then he didn't sound good at all so I got the phone and told him I was calling the doctor, he said, "call 911, mom!" I really don't know where he gets his dramatic side from. Maybe James.