cold wheezer*

Little Lukey and big sis Maren both have a colds right now. Amazingly, outside the oh-so-sad coughing fits that turn them a momentarily frightening shade of purple, it hasn't had too much affect on their general happy demeanors - so yea for that!

Yesterday, however, Kate the Great nanny called Andy and I at work to report that little Luke was wheezing a bit. I had been worried about the same thing, but it seemed to not stay long, and he was in such a great mood...I figured nothing to worry about. But after the wheezing continued most of the morning and he didn't nap, well.... what does it take to get us to the doctor these days?! So, this morning we went in to see the doc, under the guise of Luke's 9-month appointment (conveniently, he turns 9-months next week).

The report:

• Luke's lungs are clear! He may just be a cold-wheezer... rumor has it that Andy was a cold-wheezer when he was little, too...
• He is at the 50th % in weight, and 90th % in height! I've reported on this before - nobody believes me when I say this; they're convinced I have the numbers backwards. I asked the nurse to confirm, twice. He is "average" weight! Even Andy didn't believe me. Seriously, people.
• When the doc checked Luke's testicles (after saying to him, "This is very rude, what I'm about to do, Luke, my apologies..."), he squealed the most hilarious, exactly-what-you'd-expect-to-hear squeal that said so clearly: WHAT the! -Holy cow, you've got cold hands!...

*cold wheezer: Not an actual doctor term. I made it up.