Leif has been fascinated with trucks. They are everywhere. We drive slowly past the fire station so he can see them and get all happy and laughy about them.
This past week he’s been all sick and snotty. Last night he had a hard time breathing with a hoarse voice and constricted airway. We brought him to the doctor bright and early, and with one listen of his cough and cry, stated that he had croup.
We were home and making cookies after two quick shots. Despite the cookies, Leif was still grumpy, and sat in Gavin’s room playing with his trucks. He made me sit there with him while he muttered “truck” (his new word), to let me know exactly what it was we were playing with.
