Rock the Vote 2008

At long last, I've decided who I'm going to endorse for the election on Tuesday. (Well, sort of.)

In search of the Great Pumpkin

This month the baby group met at Wheeler Farm for our annual Halloween activity. We met in the pumpkin patch in search of some festive photo ops. But mostly I just wanted to check out all the pumpkins. I made a point of tapping on every one I could. We did manage to get a couple of good photos though. These two were taken by Juliet's dad Trent. (Juliet is the peacock).


It was a costume event, so I unveiled one of my potential costumes for this year. I really like my skeleton outfit. We might add some white face paint on Halloween. My dad's also pushing to get me a white hoodie to wear, so I'll look like the Cobra Kai dudes who beat up Daniel on Halloween in "The Karate Kid".

I also have a horse and a koala costume available that I borrowed from my buddy Everett. But I'm not too keen on putting those on.

After the fun and games with the pumpkins we took a stroll around the farm. I got to see some cows, horses, a couple of ponies, sheep, rabbits, a big stinky pig. And those were cool and all. But most of all, I liked all the old tractors and rusty farm equipment.

It was another fun morning with my friends.

Worst. Weekend. Ever.

So Friday morning I woke up and was breathing fast. Kind of like the last time I had to go to the hospital a couple of months ago.

Anyway, mom and dad tried the Albuterol but nothing really changed, so they called the doctor. He said to try the inhaler again and, if nothing changed, to take me to the ER. Sure enough, an hour later I was up at PCMC with that damn nebulizer in my face.

I was breathing about 68 breaths per minute and it didn't really go down much. So they ended up having me stay the night. That's when things really got annoying. Not only did they give me more nebulizer treatments, they also felt the need to stick oxygen tubes in my nose. At first that wasn't too big of a deal, because I could just rip them off. But then they used the industrial strength "stickers" (yeah right, I didn't see any cool cartoons on these stickers), which ended up ripping little patches of my cheeks when they took them off.

To make things worse, they said I wasn't drinking enough (well excuse me, I've got shortness of breath and tubes up my nose--sorry if I don't want to throw back a couple cold ones). So, what did they do? Gave me an IV, that's what. NOT COOL!

Anyway, after a crappy night's sleep, when they kept waking me up to shove that stinkin' misting dragon mask in my face, they finally took all the tubes out of me.

So Saturday, I watched some college football with mom and dad. Grandma and Grandpa stopped by to play. And, by around 6pm the doctors decided that I didn't have to spend another night in the hospital because I was doing so well.

OK, to tell you the truth, the nurses and doctors were really nice to me and helped me out a lot. And the weather was so bad, we weren't going to do anything fun last weekend anyway.

The doctor said that they pretty much would say I have asthma (virus induced), but they don't make that official diagnosis until I turn 2.

Well, even if I have asthma, at least I also got a new bike out of the deal! (Ha! Ha! Mom and dad bought the whole charade! Suckers.)

Don't call him a zero.

Last week my Aunt Megan sent out this video of me.

http://www.makemesuper.com/r.php?i=9_383b4-123851-m-Colin

I've pretty much wanted to watch it nonstop ever since. I especially like the part with the "lawnmower" and the part where they sing "Kaboom!". So check it out.