Who needs Santa, when you have Grandma?
Enjoying the Christmas tree lights.
Bouncing in cousin Jake's Jolly Jumper.
Spencer and I got a kitten for Christmas. Actually, just a baby that sounded like one. Drew's purring and fever were a little too much for this first time mom to handle so we headed down to the Children's Hospital of Atlanta. They slapped two stickers on his PJ's, a bracelet on his wrist and had him assessed in no time. A nasal vacuum, breathing treatment, and x-ray later diagnosed the little fella with Croup in the upper airway, Bronchiolitis further down, and a little bit of Pneumonia in the right lung. The doctor called him a "Happy Wheezer" since he couldn't stop smiling at all the new faces. A few days of antibiotics and Drew is almost back to his old self... Just in time to get on a germ filled airplane again.