Toys, and Toys, and more Toys!

You can't get enough of your toys right now, and your mom is more than happy to oblige you. She surrounds you with toys as you sit on your blanket in the living room. There are about 20 toys of all kinds and you randomly go from one to the next putting each in your mouth. It stays there until your eyes catch another toy at which time you abandon the current object for the next. It's quite a scramble.
You have been healthy for the past few weeks and it has been refreshing. We continue to give you the flovent breathing treatments in the morning and evening, and it seems to be keeping your lungs clear. We're grateful for this because it's tragic watching you wheeze.
Last night we saw our favorite TV show of the moment "The Office". I wonder if you'll think it's funny when you grow up and it's playing on reruns. I also saw part of a show called "Top 10 Survival Stories of the Year". It featured a few people who despite the odds overcame great adversity to survive spectacular situations. One story was about a 12 year old boy who couldn't swim but survived the floods in New Orleans from Hurricane Katrina. This boy watched his mother sink into the water as her strength gave out...down to a watery grave. He was so depressed that he decided to just "let go" and also sink into the water so he could die. All this time they are trapped inside their house - yes, the water was that high in their own house! As he sank, something came over him that he needed to survive and that he just might be able to make it if he tried to find a broken window to escape from. Keep in mind that he CANNOT swim. Yet he made his way (swam) to a window, slipped out of it and up to the surface of the waters where he found a door floating by that he could cling to. Eventually he made his way to safety but it wasn't easy. The trauma that he faced watching his mother die; the trauma of fending for himself against other needy, sometimes hostile New Orleanians. Two weeks later he had made it to a refuge center in Houston...and friends. It was touching, as I imagined you going through something...I can't really imagine that. Anyhow, that's why it's important to learn how to swim.
Okay, good night son!
Love, ~Dad