A Toothy Grin

Day 238:

A rough start today, Boy'O.  Not in the sense you were in any way unhappy, but certainly in the sense that, whatever you've been fighting off in terms of this precarious Summer bug, had finally made its way into your lungs.  Your breathing was labored, you were snotty, and just, yuck.

Again, this doesn't seem to affect you all that much as you're more than generally a really happy kid, but it's enough to raise an eyebrow and that meant a trip to the Pediatrician.  Turns out the concern was warranted because the doctor wanted to get aggressive on this thing and stay ahead of any possibility of developing asthma.  Fortunately, neither Mommy or I have any allergies to speak of and no history of asthma anywhere in either side of the family...  I've never been allergic to a thing in my life, nor has Mommy, and so all indications are that you'll also be a strong and healthy boy.  That said, it's more likely than not just a bad cold, but tamping it out any way possible is just fine with me.  The doc prescribed a steroid and ordered we continue with the nebulizer treatments.  No problem, Son.  We'll get you back to healthy living in no time!

Well, aside from the Yerkes-Three battling back the bugs, more interesting is that you finally cut your first tooth!  I got a very excited phone call from Mommy this evening on my ride home saying she couldn't believe it and in fact, all she'd been thinking about all day was when you would cut your first pearly white... And then, while feeding you, there it was!  A tiny shimmering white chopper breaking through the gums, and as sharp as a White Shark tooth, too!

It really is the little things, Conor.  I'm a very, very lucky man to have you and to celebrate those little things with you, Son.  Life has a really interesting way of giving you exactly what you need when you need it, and in my life, Mommy and me having you has put a great many things in focus... Right down to cutting teeth.

I love you, Conor.
-Dad