Out all day

We started the day off at 8am outside in the back. I found a new bike at the consignment store last night, it wasn't even new-to-Ryk, it was new-new (and put together, and $12 - WOOT!). He was eager to try out his new wheels. By 8:30am K and R were bickering "GET OUTTA MY WAY!" and so it was time to come inside.

And hours of Mr. potato head, duplos, and play-doh created a disaster in the Loprinzi home (when isn't it?) and so the clean up song commenced.  After singing/hearing more rounds of "clean up, clean up, everybody, everywhere..." than I had hoped for, it was finally lunch time.

I utilized nap/quiet time by ironing (more wrinkles into) Paul's work clothes, cause I like to pretend I am a domestic housewife sometimes.

A poopy wake up call dismissed K's nap prematurely - if he'd just poop in the toilet...Anyway, after sweet J woke we headed to McD's, cause we can, so we did. I wanted a large diet, cause I'm healthy like that.  I justified it by walking there.

They boys played, screamed in the tubes at McD's.  R was in a foul mood because he didn't want to help K "every second" apparently he had been helping him for "twenty-two-five-thousand years" and just wanted a "stinking minted to be ninja Ryk."  So K and J self entertained, while R ninja warrior-ed that play place...

and then we got free kid cones

which seemed more like adult size cones

minus the adult sized price.  SCORE!

J gave it a couple licks before deciding she was over it, and so I might or might not of snagged some of hers - which might or might not be absolutely gross.

The boys were loving their cones.  R asked me "what does melted vanilla ice cream taste like?"  I had no idea, so I told him "white milk."  He said he didn't think that is how it would taste cause he LOVES vanilla ice cream but HATES white milk.  He is probably right, and I totally agreed with him.  I offered for him to let his cone melt so he could see, but he wasn't willing to sacrifice any of his tasty cone for such an experiment.  Smart kid.

We got a redbox DVD for good measures.  R picked it out - "the Chipmunks of course"

Then we walked home, utilizing a crosswalk.  The same crosswalk R had told me how to "press the button, wait for the red hand to turn to the white walking man, then walk quickly while looking both ways" - while on the walk to McDs.  Turns out after waiting through THREE traffic cycles, I realized that the crosswalk to get back home wasn't working.  So we book it across the crosswalk, probably at the wrong time.  R was screaming "THIS ISN'T SAFE, YOU ARE GOING TO GO TO JAIL MOM!" as he frantically scurries to keep up with me, his little arm pulling onto the side of the stroller.

I assured him it was okay to do that since the light was not working, he said it was a "terrible idea and we should of just took the van"

All because I wanted that darn large DIET COKE...

We get home and load up into the van cause K said "Ianna swing mama, quease, Ianna swing.  Lets go a park quease."

I couldn't deny his perfect politeness, so we loaded up in the van, despite thinking that this was more than likely going to end terribly...tired kids, bickering this morning and then bickering at McD's, and now attempting an outing at the park.  I must be insane.

After being there about 10 minutes I look at K, who was once running rambunctiously through the play structure.  He looked scared to death, and couldn't stop coughing.

So I grab J from the swing, yell at R to come here, and pick up K.

His little chest was just heaving, and his wheezes were audible from several feet away.

Poor guy.

My hear was racing as I loaded them up in the car.

I drove like a mad women through a 25mph speed zone, and took him straight to his pediatrician's office.  I bust in there, without my checkbook to pay the copayment, and said "He needs to see Dr. P, immediately!"

Within seconds K had a room, and was set up with a breathing treatment.  Several hours and 3 breathing treatments later his oxygen saturation was back above 95%, so we could go home.  I carried two fussy/tired babies, a diaper bag, and a nebulizer bag full of goodies out with me, while politely asking R to open every door for us.

Well hello there Kentucky pollens, seems K has asthma, and it is wild.

Later at home R tired to ease the neb treatment for K by joining in.  Turned K's hysterical cries into hysterical giggles momentarily.  Hopefully his fear of these masks eases up, as it seems we are in for many treatments to come.

My poor guy is feeling rather crummy tonight.  After the day we had, I was so thankful that I was able to get that large Diet coke earlier in the day.  Sure needed it today!