"Beathing Teatments" Help Bryan's Cough Box

In honor of Grandma Buck, I share this short but cute Bryan story. Grandma always wanted to know when my kids said cute things. Had she been computer savvy, she'd have loved what I've shared on this blog.

Anyway...

Bryan has bronchitis--again. Our weather has been extremely dry and incredibly windy. And the 80+ degree temps during the day that give to the 40-degree temps at night aren't helping. Of course Bryan desperately needed a breathing treatment during our only power outage so far this year. Once the power came back on, though, I gave him one which immediately calmed him down and let him breathe well enough to sleep. Perhaps the Benadryl helped with that, too.

When he woke up from his nap, he said, "Beathing teatments are awesome! I feel better now. My cough box is fixed." The cough box, for those of you not familiar with anatomy from the perspective of a 3-1/2 year old, is located in your mouth. Bryan's cough box kept him up all night last night and made his tummy hurt this morning.

So for the next few days, we'll be doing the breathing treatments every 4-6 hours as needed. We have to keep that cough box fixed!

"Korea Clothes" and Fishing

Sydney couldn't wait to wear the authentic Korean dress Barry sent her. She looks so grown up in it! Gorgeous, too! Besides pursuing a modeling career, Syd's been busy with school work and her social life. And she's working to earn High School Musical bedding to replace the quilts she's had since we moved here--7 years ago. Syd knows what she wants, and to be honest, I ruined one of the quilts. Oops.



On to the boys...

The desire to fish is genetic. For a month now, all I've heard from my two elder sons is, "I want a fishin' rod!" and "Can I get the Rocket Rod? It comes with a DVD!" and "When will Papa Rod take me fishing?" and "Daddy's going to buy me a fishin' rod, right?"

Neither Wal-Mart nor the PX carries any kind of fishing game, but we found one at Target today. For an hour now I've heard, "Come to papa!" and "I got a bite!" and "Eh-eh-eh! He'p me!" The latter from Brady, who is struggling to keep up with his brothers' catches but sharing wholeheartedly in their fishing enthusiasm.

Rocket to the Rescue!

Or wow, I didn't know kids could be caged pets.

Gymli's kennel usually becomes Rocket from Little Einsteins. I find the situation ironic since they love the kennel yet HATED cribs & pack-n-plays.

Yes, they go in of their accord. Yes, they can lock the doors from the inside. No, they cannot unlock the doors once in.

Can you imagine the discourse between the two when one locks the other in?