the life of baby jude

Pity me. This is right after the "inhaler of doom."

Hi friends! Well, I'm *kinda* better! Not totally healed, but on my way. No more wheezing and I have officially began "coughing it up." The coughing isn't even that bad, it just flares up at night. I've been having trouble sleeping because of it, but besides that, I'm on the mend. I've been pretty tortured these last few days. The biggest offendor-- this horrendous inhaler that M&D keep forcing on me. Because I'm just a baby, the inhaler is attached to a tube, which is attached to a mask. They hold it to my face and press the button and I have to breathe in SIX times before they take it off! That's a long time when you're crying. I'm sorry to be so dramatic about it, but I'm just a baby and it's scary. I can't wait to say goodbye to that contraption. If I even see it in M or D's hands, I run (well, crawl or toddle) for the hills! I'm 14 months old now, so I'm pretty clever. You can't pull the wool over these baby eyes.

Besides the sickness, my weekend was pretty fun. Katie, Florian and Evie went to Spain on Sunday, so I got to to seem them off on Saturday. I'm sure going to miss them! Have fun guys! I also got to hang out with Grandma Lisa on Friday. Because M&D both had to work, she came down to take care of me. Even though I was crabby and tempermental, I really appreciated it. Thanks, Grandma! You're the best!

I also got a birthday present in the mail! Auntie Annette and Uncle Mark sent me some really fly duds. I swear, they buy me the best clothes! In that pitiful picture above, I am actually wearing the tee from them! Kenneth Cole! Aren't I the coolest? Thanks guys!