Pictures taken just before we took off to our pediatrician appt. a couple of hours ago. Can't you tell he's feeling crummy? Even with bronchiotitis and a double ear infection he's a happy little munchkin. Well, not so much at midnight, 3a.m., and 5a.m. this morning when he was screaming in pain and we took turns rocking him back to sleep. But once he found out mom and dad took the day off to be with him today, he cheered right up. I almost canceled his appt. because he was so happy this morning, thankfully I didn't. Once we figure out how the heck we're going to secure the inhaler/mask contraption to the wiggle worm long enough for it to be effective, he should be on his way back to his healthy little self.

Now Ryan, after a week of me nagging him, is off to see his doctor. He took "a little spill" when he was mountain biking off trail last weekend and the pain has been pretty severe this week. He's not the type to got to the doctor (he wasn't even sure who his doctor is, if that tells you anything) so for him to go in it has to be pretty bad. When he almost fell down the stairs because his back and legs gave out, I forced him to make the call. Hopefully it's nothing too serious and can be cured with a little rest -a word that is not in his vocabulary-but hopefully hearing it from the doc will make him slow down and heal.

Oh, did I mention that it's Ryan's birthday today?! More to come on that...