My pink happy baby is back. Long story short, things were worked out and her breathing treatments have been switched back to Xopenex. For the record, it makes the difference between a happy smiling pink colored little girl and an irritable coughing pale little girl. Ivey could not clear her lungs to breathe well. Yeah to Xopenex.

Ivey also had a GI appointment this morning. He was happy to see her chunky monkey thighs. So now Ivey weighs a whopping 14.3 (give or take a few). That’s 14 ounces of weigh gain since June. Whoo-hoo.

Other than that, all things are plugging along-what I am really trying to say….things are pretty boring around here. Well with a couple of exceptions, but more than likely no one, especially me find them exciting. It’s naptime around, and somehow Walker has developed a case of ‘mommy I have to poop’ at the sound of the word nap. (This has been happening at every nap and bedtime.) This scenario will take a good thirty minutes of naptime. It exhausts me, he laughs, Ivey needs a feeding, Knox needs ‘quite time’ (yeah right) and I am trying to figure out when bodily functions, especially other people’s body functions, will stop dictating my life. At this very second I am rolling my pants legs up because there seems to be no escape from poo.

Oh, and that brings me to one of the last things that the GI doctor said to Ivey this morning. Upon wondering if she had a little compacted poo, he helped her poop some out…..I’ll leave you to wonder how he did that. He noted that it was of good consistency and that ‘wow IT smells’ as he carried the ‘tainted glove’ from the room because other patients would be using the room today. So - is it a compliment to our little sweet pea that the doctor who tends to deal with poo more than the average, thinks that her poo is a little on the stout side? What is it they say …? Dynamite comes in small packages.