Over the weekend we got some new chicks. Honestly, I love chicks. They are just so freaking cute.
In totally unrelated news...
My kid has Croup.
For approximately the one-thousand-seven-hundred-and-fiftieth time. Okay so maybe that is stretching it, but it sure feels like that many times.
We were THIS CLOSE to making it through the cold and flu season this year without Croup.
Except, you know, when you have a child that gets Croup every single time he gets a cold - Croup is bound to get you...eventually.
And it has.
And my spaz-tastic kid keeps asking why we haven't left the house. Um, hello, because you are coughing your guts out and mama isn't willing to deal with the stare down of every mother everywhere just so you can bounce off the walls somewhere else thankyouverymuch!
The good news is, the medicine is FINALLY helping. Which means more bouncing off the walls with less cough which is good, right?
Yes, actually bouncing off the walls without hacking up his left lung is a welcomed site.