Sick

I've had this cough hanging on now for about a week, and when I started wheezing yesterday, mommy and daddy decided it was time to go to the doctor. They found another ear infection (surprise, surprise...it's only my third!), and started me on albuterol breathing treatments. Mommy and daddy got this cool little machine to take home with a purple dinosaur mask. I have to breathe in the albuterol for about ten minutes, three times a day. Eventually, mommy and daddy are supposed to wean me off little by little. It's not much fun, but it does help to loosen some of the gunk in my lungs.

Just so you're not sad for me, here are a couple random pics to cheer you up!

This is my latest game. Whenever my mommy or daddy are working on the computer when it's time for me to take a nap, I crawl up and play peek-a-boo over the edge of my bumper! I think it's hilarious!

CHRISTMAS!

Who would've known that a big, fat guy in a red suit could make one day so magically spectacular?! I thought getting a few gifts here and there from family members on Christmas Eve was great. I'd never opened a present before, and that sensation when you tug just a bit to hear rrriiiippppp...well, it was really something. So, anyway, yeah...I got a few gifts on Christmas Eve because mommy and daddy said the tradition was to do family gifts on that day, and then open presents from this guy named Santa the next day on Christmas. At first I was like, who's Santa? I'd never met him before, and the lines were always too long to go see him at the mall. To tell you the truth, I was a bit freaked out that some strange guy would be sneaking into my house in the middle of the night. But I have to hand it to that guy. He has never even met me, and I got toys up the wazoo! Thanks Santa! I'll make sure I'm extra good next year so I can get even more presents the next time Christmas rolls around!

On Christmas Eve, I opened up this great piano from my Grandma and Grandpa Daigle, a Batmobile and Batcycle from my great-grandma Barbara, a ball popping game from my Aunt Desi and Uncle Tommy, and a cool train from my cousin Mikayla. Micah played on it with me to help me learn how to use it.

SANTA CAME!!!

I think maybe mommy and daddy stuck a bow on my head because they think I'm the greatest present EVER!

Even a snotty nose couldn't ruin my Christmas!

Oh Christmas Tree! Oh Christmas Tree!

Mommy put up all of our Christmas decorations yesterday! We have stockings and snowmen and candles and...THE CHRISTMAS TREE! This has got to be the best part of this whole holiday! There are like a gabillion lights and hangy ball thingees on it, and I just love rolling underneath it so I can play with everything! I've been working really hard at being good too because mommy and daddy told me that if I am, this big fat guy named Santa will leave presents under it Christmas morning. Personally, I'm a bit freaked out that some strange fat guy is going to sneak into my house while I'm sleeping, and eat my cookies and drink my milk, but if he's leaving presents on his way out, then hey! He's welcome anytime! I wonder if he'll need my sippy cup...

Baths

I just LOVE baths! Of course, you already knew that because you got to see that embarassing video mommy posted of me when I was littler...and the pic of me and Micah in the tub...omg...but lately they are especially soothing because I've had a sore butt. People are nice and call it diaper rash, but I just say that I have a butt rash from heck! This diarhhea stuff from teething is what daddy would say "for the birds". I don't really know what daddy means when he says that because I wouldn't want to see a poor little birdie with butt rash, but that's what daddy says when he's complaining about something. Maybe daddy doesn't like birds. Anyway, soaking in the tub is heeeaaaavvvvveeeeennnnnn on my boo-tay! I think my face here says it all!