Well, the little dude has pneumonia. Again. When we went to the doctor yesterday the doctor listened to his chest, and then ran out of the room and ordered a chest x-ray. Stat. Yes, the word stat was actually used. The only reason he was being so dramatic/rushed was because it was 4:50 and the radiology lab was closing. So I had to jog down there and get it done. But now we know that the word "stat" isn't just from TV medical dramas.
He seems to be feeling better, except that he is kinda manic. He will play really happily for five minutes, and then he will break down in sobs, or, worse, hit his sister/mother/cat. But we are working through it. And at least he is up and around, I guess (see post below). Although I doubt I would mind it if he just wanted to lay down for a few hours...
The doctor gave him an antibiotic (stronger this time, but not tasty, so the administering is not terribly fun) and also instructed him to blow some bubbles. I guess it... stretches his lungs? But, whatever, after two pneumonias (pneumoni? pnuemonium? the internet speaks: pneumonies. really?) in two months, I am not arguing with anyone. Girlfriend is pneumonia-free, she is just coughing and has the snot. But she is generally happy. Sleep isn't excellent, but she is cutting about six teeth right now. I think she is making up for lost time. She is growing up so very fast. She will be a year in just over a month, and I can hardly believe she has been around that long, and yet, typically, I can't remember life before she was in our family. She makes us smile every day, and her cuteness is surpassed only by her fabulous personality. We love our Flissy girl!
I think you all know how we love to dance. We really. love. to. dance.
The kids and I dance all day. I put on the ipod and we just rock out. It entertains them, and counts as exercise, right?
When Greg won the talent show a few weeks back, it came with a Wii. We were unsure about if we were going to keep it or not (it was technically being split with the other guys in the band, so we were going to return it and split the cash) but then we played the game "Just Dance" at my sister's birthday party. It was settled. We kept the wii (still gave the cash to the band members) and got the game. We use it basically daily. I don't feel guilty, because it is dancing. Exercise, right?
The other day we had some friends over and they demanded to see the dancing. Greg and I danced, we even got Emily to do one (Buzz claimed foot injury, but we'll get him eventually.) No photos of the adults, but when the boys started in, we snapped a few. This little guy was dancing too, but not for the camera.