Planes, Friends and Daddy
This past weekend Colin and I took a spur of the moment trip back to Cleveland to visit friends, thanks to an incredibly generous friend who gave us a plane ticket that they couldn't use. It was a great surprise all around, and we had a lot of fun.
I got to catch up with my father and friends, play a few games, and stayed up way too late on Friday night (due in part to a delayed flight, and in part to incredible conversation which I simply couldn't walk away from!). Colin was an angel, sleeping for both flights, and had a blast playing with all the other kids and Snoopy (calling him Snee-OOO). But undoubtedly the most fun he had was wrestling with Brendan... it was probably the first time he's had a child to wrestle with (they don't let the kids wrestle at Colin's school) and he was obviously in 7th heaven.
Unfortunately the down side is that Colin's cold, which was almost gone (except for an occasional drippy nostril) turned into a horrific, juicy cough that has been keeping him up all night. Stupid recycled plane air. It started a bit on Friday night, and by Saturday I had to prop him up just to alleviate a little of the coughing because the poor kid couldn't sleep. Last night was even worse - sometimes it sounded like he was choking a little on the phlegm. (EWWW.) I didn't get much sleep because I was listening to him cough all night, and kept trying to re-arrange him so he could sleep peacefully (which never worked). At one point I dozed off briefly and had a dream that Colin coughed so hard he burst a blood vessel and ended up with a terrible black eye. Thankfully that wasn't the case, but the poor kid was exhausted this morning because he just couldn't sleep comfortably.
On the way in to school I left a message with our pediatrician, and he's going in to the doctor this afternoon.
But the best was this morning. H had asked if Colin missed him on the trip, or if he asked for Daddy. And while he didn't, he was really excited when H called and talked to him on the phone. But this morning he proved he missed his daddy. When we got to school he was a little whiny (not surprising, considering how little sleep he got). Then suddenly he stopped, clear as day said "Daddy," then ran over to the family photos on the wall and pointed to the photo of H, repeating "Daddy! Daddy!"
That's my boy!
I got to catch up with my father and friends, play a few games, and stayed up way too late on Friday night (due in part to a delayed flight, and in part to incredible conversation which I simply couldn't walk away from!). Colin was an angel, sleeping for both flights, and had a blast playing with all the other kids and Snoopy (calling him Snee-OOO). But undoubtedly the most fun he had was wrestling with Brendan... it was probably the first time he's had a child to wrestle with (they don't let the kids wrestle at Colin's school) and he was obviously in 7th heaven.
Unfortunately the down side is that Colin's cold, which was almost gone (except for an occasional drippy nostril) turned into a horrific, juicy cough that has been keeping him up all night. Stupid recycled plane air. It started a bit on Friday night, and by Saturday I had to prop him up just to alleviate a little of the coughing because the poor kid couldn't sleep. Last night was even worse - sometimes it sounded like he was choking a little on the phlegm. (EWWW.) I didn't get much sleep because I was listening to him cough all night, and kept trying to re-arrange him so he could sleep peacefully (which never worked). At one point I dozed off briefly and had a dream that Colin coughed so hard he burst a blood vessel and ended up with a terrible black eye. Thankfully that wasn't the case, but the poor kid was exhausted this morning because he just couldn't sleep comfortably.
On the way in to school I left a message with our pediatrician, and he's going in to the doctor this afternoon.
But the best was this morning. H had asked if Colin missed him on the trip, or if he asked for Daddy. And while he didn't, he was really excited when H called and talked to him on the phone. But this morning he proved he missed his daddy. When we got to school he was a little whiny (not surprising, considering how little sleep he got). Then suddenly he stopped, clear as day said "Daddy," then ran over to the family photos on the wall and pointed to the photo of H, repeating "Daddy! Daddy!"
That's my boy!
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