Olaf. Berserker.

We had a pretty good weekend, aside from the heat and humidity. Luckily, both of our family picnics were right on the lake, and we could take advantage of the water. Evan loved the beach and the creek--he seems to be getting braver around water, which is both exciting and scary for me. He went as far out as he could go in the lake, until he had to bounce up and down to keep his head above water. And in the creek, he just boldly walked out to the middle where my brothers were, even though he had no idea how deep it was or what was in the water. We're going to have to keep a close eye on this kid for sure.

By yesterday evening though, we were all pretty worn out. On the drive home, Grady started choking a little bit, and I figured he had just had enough and would be fine once we got home. As usual, I was wrong. I guess what Evan's had for the past week has been a cold and not allergies, because now Grady's got it. And that means he can't breathe, he can't eat, and he can't take a thing for it. So the poor little guy is miserable.

We called our pediatrician last night to see what we could do, and there's really nothing more than sucking out his nose periodically and keeping him upright. Which is what I did--all night long. The doctor suggested letting Grady sleep in his car seat, but he wasn't having that, so I held him most of the night while he cried and choked and sputtered and puked. He did get a little sleep, but I did not, and that spells disaster for the mommy who still hasn't recovered from Evan's barf-o-rama last week.

Now it's morning, and another hot one. The boys and I are headed in to the doctor's office at 10, just to make sure that things haven't progressed into G's lungs. The one bright spot in all this is that we'll get to see how much our little friend is weighing these days, which is exciting. If I can stay awake, I'll post a report when we get home.