Happy Flippin' Anniversary

Mrs. Nasty and I had planned on going out for our eleventh wedding anniversary today, but plans went awry. Last night our son, Quinn, had all kinds of trouble breathing -- he was just really congested and working way too hard to breathe.

We have seen this before. Last time it happened, over a year ago, Mrs. Nasty took him to a clinic where the physician quickly told her to take the poor little guy to the ER since he was close to being in "respiratory distress." So this time she took him to the ER Friday night, they attended to him very quickly, and got him into a room to get treatment.

So today I spent most of the day traveling back and forth to the hospital with Hannah in tow, and thankfully we sprung him from Sarah Bush Lincoln late this afternoon. He's doing better.

The only good thing to come about this is that they now are pretty certain that he has allergy-induced asthma, meaning that "environmental factors" throughout the year will make it likely he'll need drug-laced steam treatment coupled with another prescription.

Our night out will have to wait til next weekend.