Hey Jude

Houston, we have a problem.

Double pneumonia, and an allergic reaction so serious that I had to leave the Dr.'s office with an epipen, and keep one on me at all times.

My GQ six year-old has asthma. We knew that. He's been coughing for a few weeks, we assumed it was because of all the construction dust. Yesterday morning, he looked really worn down and was running a temp. I decided to keep him home and get him into the Dr. It's a good thing I did! I came home reeling and feeling like the world's worst mother for not seeing the danger signs earlier. I was greeted by a change in construction plans. It was my husband's day off, and did he ever have plans! Remember our toy room with the climbing wall, secret door, rope swing and tree fort? Gone. Along with my bedroom closet. So along with antibiotics, steroids, epipens and breathing treatments, I had this room:

My little sicky and his older brother moved to the family room downstairs, plastic sheeting went up to shield him from as much dust as possible, and the baby moved to our room. You can see his little bed in the corner. It was quite a day. I spent most of it frozen, wanting to just suck my thumb, curl up into a little ball, and rock. To my husband's credit, he worked like a machine, and the demo work was all finished, the room swept clean, and our room was put to rights before I came in for bed. It was amazing. Nevertheless, it was a very tough day.

Tagged by my Sista!

I can only use one word to answer these questions. It sounds tricky, but I'll do my best.

You're feeling: stuffed
To your left: telephone
On your mind: construction
Last meal included: ham
You sometimes find it hard to: clean
The weather: windy
Something you have a collection of: books
A smell that cheers you up: hyacinths
A smell that can ruin your mood: urine
How long since you last shaved: yesterday
The current state of your hair: overgrown
The largest item on your desk/workspace (not computer):phonebook
Your skill with chopsticks: deadly
Which section you head for first in a bookstore: classics
...and after that?: knitting
Something you're craving: excercise (it's Sunday)
Your general thoughts on the presidential race: entertaining
How many times have you been hospitalized this year: none
Favorite place to go for a quiet moment: computer
You've always secretly thought you'd be a good: writer
Something that freaks you out a little: shy people
Something you've eaten too much of lately: Chocolate!
You have never: sky dive
You never want to: sky dive

So now that's done, I have a few random pictures to share. This one I took on a recent Saturday dinner at the park. The evening was so lovely, I had to try to capture it.
We may have found America's Top Model!
He's got the smoldering eyes, the GQ style, the long eyelashes.....
He's just missing the maturity.
Speaking of maturity, what kind of family can't get ready for church without hijinks like this? My husband is actually responsible for dressing him up in this. An entire load of laundry was ruined by a little someone who left a crayon in their pocket. This shirt still had the tags on. (sniff, sniff) Anywho, this certain 12 year old was anxious to show off the effects of what my little brother called 'pubeter'. The testosterone is flowing, his muscles are growing, he flexes, and Riiipppp- off falls the shirt.
Hoowee! This is a self-professed nerd who has an aversion to all things sports.And he's 12. His brothers are shaking in both fear and anticipation. They want muscles like that too!
On the construction front, the bathroom's coming right along.
My luscious vanity has arrived, and the little one has already put a ding in it.

With the weather warming up, the bigger boys have been playing outside more. They've invented an ingenious game on the rope swing. It's called "You hold on and I'll swing you around. When you fall to the ground, I win." If that isn't an injury waiting to happen, I don't know what is!