Lukey, Benny and poor baby...

First of all, a big Autryville welcome to Nana and Pop!! We know you're out there now, so send us a message!:)

Poor, poor Luke. I'll resist the tempation to call him Lukey, becuase it makes Ben cringe. For some reason at every sporting event Ben does, I call him Benny when I holler from the various sidelines. He played indoor soccer this weekend and I just can't help it...it comes out before I know it. So, I know he doesn't want Lukey--uh, Luke, to suffer as he does--"Mom, could you please not call him Lukey??" Anyway, back to poor, poor Luke. As Ben and his buddies were settled into a major Star Wars party in the basement to celebrate Ben's 9th birthday, Luke instantly fell ill with the worst nasal congestion and cough that any of my babies have ever had. It really scared me, which doesn't happen often. I spent a sleepless night with him while Mitch manned the party in the basement (it was a sleepover), and as soon as the sun came up, Lukey (oops), Aunt Mo (who had come over in the middle of the night because I was so worried about him), and I headed to the hospital. Thankfully, it turned out to be a bad baby cold. Bronchiolitis. After 4 rough days, he's all better.

Nana Judy came over on two different nights to sleep with him so I could rest, for which we're all so thankful for! Pictures are of Benny's (oops, did it again) party and of Nana Judy and sick Lukey (oops).