Like Father Like Son

Now that he fits the boots that match his Dad's, I can't get him to wear any other shoes.

Health Update

We did our 3-month CF clinic visit two weeks ago. Toe has been having an exacerbation (flare up of the bad bacteria in his lungs. Right now it manifests as a cough) so he was put on antibiotics. The doctor also put Toe on a new regimen where we do percussive therapy every day (3-4 times per day when he is sick) and use a bronchial dialator (a puffer like you would use for athsma) 10-15 minutes before. Everyone seems happy with his growth.



Yes, he is eating butter here. CF diet: high fat, high salt.



All I have to say is the kid has long arms and big feet.

We have all had our flu shots and are washing our hands like fiends. Keep your fingers crossed for a healthy winter.

The Circular Conversation

Preface: Toe has seen the podrace in Episode 1 of Star Wars and I have read the book of Episode 4 (A New Hope) to him. That's his entire contact with the story of Star Wars so far. He still thinks Anakin is a good guy, so...

The conversation goes like this:
Toe: Hey Mom, I won the pod race!
Me: Oh, Anakin I'm so proud of you! You have brought hope to those who had none!
(I hug him)
Toe: Hey Mom, I won the pod race!
Me: Oh, Anakin I'm so proud of you! You have brought hope to those who had none!
(I hug him again)
Toe: Hey Mom, I won the pod race!
Me: Oh! Well Anakin I'm so proud of you. You have brought hope to those who had none!
(He looks at me expectantly and I hug him)
Toe: I'm going to race. My engine is on fire. I fixed it. Hey Mom, I won the pod race!
Me: Annakin I'm so proud of you. Now those people can fly home in their space ship.
Toe: Hey Mom, I won the pod race.
Me: Anakin, I'm so proud of you. You must be really hungry after that long race. Take a bite of hot dog.
Toe: Hey Mom....

An hour and a half (and all of lunch) later and I was practicing deep breathing. Fact is,  I know I did this to Gra'ma and I owe the Universe about five years of this play.

Slightly glazed smile from our household these days.

Surpise!

J was washing dishes the other day and Toe was drawing at his table. When J took a look, Toe had actually written his name. The "o" is less decipherable, but it's the intention that counts... I mean the kid isn't three yet.

A Little Closer

Our dear friends (and Toe's godparents) Rob and Ana have recently moved to Oregon from Bayonne, New Jersey. We've spent much of the last two weeks with them. They're not sure whether they're settling here or in Portland, but they're living nearby for the time-being. It is the first time in fifteen years we have been in the same state for more than a week.

Toe could totally get used to having the full attention of four adults instead of two. I could too.

Halloween Toe's Way

Toe has been firm on his Halloween choice since August - a "white kitty with black spots." I don't sew. They don't make white kitty with black spot outfits. We punted.

On Halloween evening, I decorated Toe's face and then he wanted to decorate ours. So we went trick-or-treating as a white kitty with black spots and two of Toe's drawings.

Toe's idea of trick-or-treating is going to a person's house, knocking on the door, and then marching in and making himself at home. This actually works out fairly well and has been a habit we have encouraged because we like visiting and he hates chocolate, so Halloween trick-or-treating the usual way is not really for him.

First we went to Ron's:

Then we paid a visit to Victoria (they're meowing at the camera)

At Mama Duck's house, she had put 20 balloons in her living room and set out paper and crayons for Toe. Needless to say, we stayed a LONG TIME. Toe kept sending the balloons up and yelling "Balloon Party!!"

From there we went to Uncle Donny's and played with the dogs. Toe liked the yellow lab but was a little unsure about the St. Bernard (she's HUGE).

That's it. We made it to four houses and by that time, it was so late we didn't even trick-or treat at my mother's.