A loud present

Papa is here trying to wrap Elliot. Perhaps to give him away? He has been rather loud and cranky lately. Yesterday he threw up all over himself. This explains some of the crankiness. Not sure if he's still sick or what's happening. He did enjoy some french fries today, so things must not be THAT bad.

Update

Just to give a quick update, Elliot seems to being doing OK. He has had a slight fever, but is eating a little more and slept this morning until 7:15am! He's still a little whiny and his cough is terrible, but other than that, we're hoping he's on the mend. We're hoping to put him in a warm bath with the shower on tonight and give him a double dose of steam to try and help his little throat.

Deja vu

So, it's 11:56pm and we just got home from the ER. Again. We beat our fast record of 7 hours. This time we were out in 5. Also, this time the powers that be tell us there is no pneumonia - the lungs are quite clear. But the lady on the phone told us to go to the ER, so we did.

There were no blood tests, no catheter, no horrible nasal down to the throat swab. Just a chest Xray to be sure nothing was growing. Elliot fell asleep on papa's chest WAY down the hall while we waited from 6 to 10pm to be seen. But the lady on the phone said to go. So we did.

Elliot alternated from screaming mad to this wacky, loopy mood where everytime he bumped into someone, dropped something, or ran away, he laughed like he was drunk. He also brought his shape sorter, which after a quick trip to check on he and papa WAY down the hall, ended up being the ER village toy, as two other children had played with it before I returned. It will be receiving a very thorough hot water and soap bath before returning to our play corner. (Are you kidding me?)

Elliot was giggling at everyone by the time we were discharged. He was happier there than he had been all day. But the lady on the phone said to go. So we did.

Self detention

Michael found Elliot and Nana this way the other morning. They seemed calm enough, he said. Just the two of them, hanging out in the cage. We'd thought about using the dog cage as a time out space. However, considering the fact that many of our friends and family are mandated reporters AND more importantly, that Elliot loves to be in the cage, we figure it won't be such a good spot for punishment.

Nana Bear

Almost forgot to give Nana a little air time. I came home from somewhere the other day and found her like this. The sad thing was, she didn't even make an attempt to move, though she knows she's not allowed on the furniture. She's a good dog. But she did pick the WHITE couch to sit on...

First outside sled ride

So we woke up this morning and wondered what we'd find. The weather brains out there told us to expect anywhere from 5 inches to 2 feet of snow. Michael asked me sleepily from his side of the bed, "Is there snow?" Yes, I answered. "Well how much?" Somehow he had transformed into an 8 year old. "I don't know, not much", I answered. "Well, can you see the grass?" "Oh my goodness, I don't know! Yes!" Silence. "Dang it... I wanted a lot."

He wanted snow so that we could put our small person into his hilarious snow suit, which you see here, and pull him around the back yard on the plastic sled Michael has had at least as long as we've been married. We got it out last week and pulled Elliot around the living room in it to practice. Needless to say, he enjoyed it. But I think he liked rolling off more that riding. And even more fun was when Papa started throwing snowballs at him. The more Michael threw, the harder he giggled. The video we took just looks like Michael is beating Elliot with snowballs, because you can't hear the giggle. We may not put it on the internet.