January 23, 2011: Union Station

Catching a train to New York. This old place was the big deal in town before air travel.

January 22, 2011: Home with the Dog and Bubba

The dog waits patiently by the high-chair, hoping for dropped or discarded scraps, even cucumbers. He does well for himself. Mom, #1, and #2 went to visit friends in Pennsylvania for the weekend.  I was looking forward to some one-on-one time with the baby, but I feel like all I did all weekend was put him down for naps and work on stuff that followed me home from the office.

January 18, 2011: Freezing Rain

And guess who slipped on the ice on his way out the door at 5:30 this morning? Yup--me. I forced the door open over the ice, looked at it, thought about how slippery it must be, took a careful step onto the stoop, put my hand on the rail, and then--whoosh! Down I went. I slid down all the steps and ended up on the sidewalk. Fun.

January 17, 2011: Strange Comfort Food

I'm attempting to get back into the getting tough routine, so what better bedtime snack than some chicken from the sea?

January 15, 2011: Another Day, Another Trip to the Doctor

My little man fell asleep while we waited for his 3rd antibiotic drip to finish.  That gave me the chance to finish his albuterol treatment that the nurse stopped, because he was so hysterical over it.  Things look good.  Hopefully he's on the up and up from here.

January 13, 2011: Bubba Has Pneumonia

I spent about three-and-a-half hours with the little guy at an after-hours doctor visit tonight. He's been sick off and on for weeks, but over the past few days he developed a cough and an audible wheeze, so we decided we better get him checked out. X-rays confirmed he has pneumonia, so he got an albuterol treatment and antibiotics via an IV. He'll get another dose tomorrow. As you can see from his expression, the poor little guy wasn't a fan of the help he received.

January 12, 2011: Ice Skating With Popsicles

I drove some kids from church to go ice skating. We had 30 something kids in all, and I'd say half the boys showed up in little more than a hoodie, with no hat or gloves. Wind chills were in the teens. Smart. Actually, that word better describes the girls, who from what saw all dressed for the weather. As for me, I was layered up yet still spent a good bit of time about half way through the evening sipping on a hot chocolate in Starbucks.