Thursday, January 8, 2009
The Hiccup Machine
When I was little I wanted braces soooo bad I bent paper clips into retainer looking devices to wear in my teeth. I also envied those with glasses, so I punched out the dark glasses on my sunglasses to wear around. Coolness.
For the past few evenings we have had to break out the nebulizer for Chloe to deliver her asthma medication. Since we started this when she was little, too little to say nebulizer, we have always called it "the breathing machine". She has to have it, so she of course hates it. John however has secretly been coveting her sessions with the breathing machine.
This evening he managed a few fake coughs for me, and when that didn't convince me of his need he started fake hiccuping. Then he told me very seriously that he needed to use "The hiccup machine".
I snapped a few pics of us all, aren't we just lovely and perky and full of fun? We are on the mend, but this whole lack of energy thing is becoming plain burdensome.