Another day, another doctor visit.

This morning, we had to go in. Again.

On the way in, Tre was hurrying (for me) because it was freezing cold. There was gravel on the parking lot mixed with salt. Poor little guy tripped. He's got a blood blister on his palm. So, the nurse, Michelle, was the hero and gave him a yellow bandaid shaped like a crayon with "Crayola" in black. Ofcourse, Big Al then "had an owie" on her hand too. So, Michelle gave her one too.

As Dr. M is examing Al, he starts asking her questions. He asks her what color her bandaid is. She says "black." He looks at me. Asks her a couple other colors and comments on her dressing herself and being bright and then asked the bandaid color again (and specifically pointing to the yellow), yep, she picked out the yellow. He and I both thought it was interesting that the black was the color she first picked. I know if asked the question, I'd have said "yellow."

Tre is "looking puny" according to Dr. M. Totally true. So true to the fact that he is actually napping right now. He officially has croup. Please pray. He's scheduled for a tonsilectomy on Monday. We might have to reschedule.

Ali is fine, just a case of the crud. He wants me to watch her carefully though as respiratory things tend to snowball in little ones. But the good news is it's not bronchitis.