The house of croup

It's been entirely too long since I've posted. So much has happened, and Zachary has developed in so many ways, that I will have to do a more in-depth post at another time.

Suffice it to say, it's been quite an adventuresome couple of weeks for our normally very average household.

It all began when our washer quit working. We may as well have unplugged it, we were getting such a great response from it. So, I called the Matag repairman. After learning that the cost of the repair would not have been worth it, we began the long, arduous task of researching replacement options. My train of thought turned into this: Well, we were told a couple of months ago that our dryer would also need a repair costing another couple hundred bucks, and on top of that, the stove is starting to smell a little too strongly of gas (which felt slightly dangerous to me), and we were told a few years ago that to fix it, we'd have to shell out another couple hundred bucks so...what the heck! Let's just buy three new appliances at once! Very pragmatic, don't you think?

In the midst of this, Zachary woke up a few days later with Croup. So, evidently, our appliances must have passed the bug along to our sweet little boy. Poor child could not sleep a wink for almost a week. Okay, he could sleep a wink, but it really felt like only a wink for five days.

We have now made it through the craziness. Our new stove is already in use, and the laundry appliances are on order.

Zachary has offered us many laughs in the midst of the sleepless nights and slight stress. Consider the following exchange during a recent nightly bath:

Zachary, beginning his nightly fishing game, looks up and says, "Where's Dad?"
I reply, "He went downstairs, he'll be right back."
To which he responds, "ADAM, ADAM, ADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMM!"
Upon returning, Adam says, "What's my name, Zachary?"
"Dad"
"What's my other name?"
"Adam"
So, I decide to jump in the mix, "What's my name, Zachary?"
"GRANDPA!"
We'll try again another day.