Last night was probably Nate's last night sleeping with a pacifier. This evening...he was playing hide and seek with Daddy with his very last one (which we've been reminding him for weeks...this is the last one...no more money to buy passy's...he would reply..."need money"). Nate asked "daddy need passy-fire?". I said, "No, big boys don't need passy's". He said, "big boys don' need passy". I thought, yeah...if we repeat this for a few days that idea might stick! After playing with all of us, wrestling, hiding the passy...then finding it "ther-ut-iz"....he was biting on it and said, "hum...it boke...gabage" and he proceded to throw his very last passy in the garbage. At bed time...I thought , oh no, this is going to be a long night! But, he was fine and went to bed without crying....said "big boys don' need passy-fire". Next, if we can just convince him big boys don't wear diapers....
Well, yesterday was an interesting day. It came on the heels of a weekend of sickness, both Nate and Joe. Nate was officially diagnosed with croup and exacerbation of asthma and is still taking steroids and sounds worse, but the light at the end of the tunnel is on! Joe stayed in all weekend and sounded almost as bad as Nate minus the wheezing. We kept our family home (even from church, small group, etc) feeling like hermits. And, even though the boys were both sick, I picked up sweet Bella the dog on Saturday from a friend who works with the NC Lab rescue group. We know we eventually want another dog, but not until Nate is old enough to handle it. Bella, a one year old yellow lab- sheltie mix, house-broken, crate-trained 28 pound sweet girl, is going to spend a little time at our house and see how it goes. The kids think we're pet-sitting to help out Mrs. D, which is true, sort-of. The sweetest moment came yesterday when Nate gave a bedtime blessing to Bella the Dog. ...
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