Around- Georgie.

We've had a pretty exciting early fall.  So much that we've all come down with nasty coughs just needed some time off. 

In an effort to continue to get away with sneaking my nukie and "menkie" (or "guankie") out of bed, one day I pulled a pillow into a toy bin and declared I was in bed.  Totally cute, and also a little much because lately mama always lets me have my n&b.  One of the perks of being the spoiled youngest child. 

Henry was hit especially hard by his cold.  He seemed to be doing just fine, but couldn't seem to shake his cough.  After missing 3 days of school (and probably more except we had school off one day), mama and papa took him into the doctor.  The diagnosis came back as cough-variant asthma.  That means that when he gets a cold, his lungs and airways get inflamed and he actually has asthma attacks that present themselves with coughing instead of wheezing.  And this is in line with the past few bouts of colds and coughs he's had.  We're not sure if this is one of those new often-prescribed illnesses that in in vogue (i.e. the upper respiratory infection of college students), but the nebulizer they gave us made a world of difference in getting Henry back to normal and everyone sleeping through the night again.

The attention was focused WAY too much on Henry, so I had to get it back to me again.  Cue some mock potty training.  Maybe I can con mama into giving me candy ever time I "try" on the potty.

June was the next to go down.  She never became horribly ill, but she did fall asleep at naptime two days in a row.  For June, that's one step away from hospital admittance.  While I take respite in long afternoon naps, June will do all she can to keep herself from falling asleep.

Being confined to our house with hacking coughs got old for mama, so she decided to spice it up.  Did you know you can microwave bars of ivory soap and they look like this?  And you can mold them and play with them for about 1 minute before they turn to dust?  Pretty fun stuff, unless you're June, who took one look at this, turned her nose up, declared "I'm not touching that stuff," then went back to looking through the pile of bug books she checked out from the library.

June and I have our moments when we don't get along.  They usually coincide with me touching, looking at, or thinking about a toy.  But from time to time, we really get along.  And June has an uncanny knack for getting me out of a bad mood.  Here's a taste of June's distinct humor and my infectious giggle.  Trust me, you're going to want to watch this one.  It brought down the house.