Monday, October 27, 2008
Poor little Janie. It started out innocently enough; we just figured she was getting Tanner's cold. But when her breathing became extremely labored, her chest was concave, and she was moaning in misery, we made a four a.m. trip to the emergency room. Formal diagnosis: bronchiolitis, a viral lung infection that is just no fun at all. Jane spent three days in the hospital with Mom (taking lots of little naps on our chests) while Dad took care of Tanner at home (and visited the hospital twice, thanks to Aunt Ju Ju, Uncle Spencer, and our babysitter). Jane finally came home with oxygen and a nebulizer on Saturday evening. The girls were relieved to be back with the boys, and the boys were delighted the girls were finally home. Jane is on the mend, smiling and laughing and stealing Tanner's toys, and we're hopeful she continues to get better.
So said the parents at 1:48 PM
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
My, how they've grown.
Tanner loves books, hanging upside down, watching Mom and Dad dance, hairbrushes, blocks, swings, rolling around, shiny things, knocking down towers, being thrown up into the air, and belts.
Jane loves books, hanging upside down, watching Mom and Dad dance, hairbrushes, blocks, swings, the inside of closets, the squeaky frog smooching her on the nose, textures, and anything Tanner is holding.
So said the parents at 8:07 PM