My two boys

Mychael had his second football game tonight (the first one I got to go to once the first game was scheduled for when we were in N.O...of course) and I am so proud I had to write about it. This is the first year that Mychael has played football. At first I was pretty nervous about this and I still am but he is loving it so much its hard not to love it with him. With the football teams they made it 8-9-and 10 year olds in their division. The team that Mychael is playing on is made up of all boys who have never played football before. They are also the "baby" team meaning that most of the team is made up of 8 year olds. The other two teams have all played football in the past couple of years and are made up of older kids. Which means of course there are HUGE kids on the other teams. It never fails that when you spot the biggest kid on the other team that is the one Mychael is paired against in defense. Tonight I got there and Mychaels dad pointed out a kid who was about as tall as me (not exaggerating) and pretty big. We laughed saying that we figured that was who he'd be across from and of course it was!! Every time this happens my heart goes into my throat but Mychael really holds his own with the big kids. If I came up against this guy Id be scared but Mychael goes right for it. He might not get them tackled but he usually gets around them to go after the ball. Hes doing so great in it! I am so proud of him and his whole team. For a bunch of kids who have never played before playing against kids older and who have played they are doing so great. They have won both games played so far (which there are only 3 teams in the division so they have already played and won against each team) and have really worked as a team to do so. Its so much fun to watch even if my heart stops every few minutes. My parents came up tonight to watch and so it was nice to have everyone there rooting him on.

My other boy however is sick :( for the first time. Yesterday he started getting really congested and had a lot of phlegm in his chest and throat. Then last night his nose started pouring and he couldn't get any air out of it which meant no pacifier (yikes!) and he was refusing a lot of his bottles. I felt so bad for him. You could be a room away and hear him breathing. So we have been up the last two nights with this. Today I finally called the doctor and he had spiked a temp so they had us come in. Basically they said to give him nasal drops and put a humidifier in his room. They don't give cold medicines or anything like that to kids anymore. The doctor said that they have found out that it either hypes them up or knocks them out but doesn't really treat the problem. He said it was mostly used for the parents so baby would sleep. UH YEAH!!!! I'm much better dealing with a sick child when Ive had more then 3 hours of sleep! So no meds...just spray. Hopefully this helps him and we get over this quickly. It breaks my heart when my kids are sick but it is always worse when they are babies because they just don't understand. Today Brayden would just look at me with red eyes and red nose with snot running down his face with this look that was just so sad. Poor baby.

So that's what is going on in our house. I am heading off to bed to try to catch a few hours in case its a bad night. I am still working on the New Orleans pictures...or should I say I am GOING to work on them as soon as I can have some time to do so without a miserable baby on my hands.

See ya,
Christy