The weekend of Halloween, Hooper was sick. This was no snotty nose or little cough. This was S-I-C-K, sick. He felt so bad that we called Dr. Firth at home and went over so he could give Hooper the once over. Turns out Hooper had walking pneumonia. He had a horrible cough and was having trouble breathing. Needless to say Shiloah and I were very worried.
The first night was very long. Hooper was hurting and coughing all night long. No one got a good night's sleep. The next morning Hooper seemed to be feeling better. We knew this because we had to keep him settled down all morning. "No running, Hooper!" "Settle down, Hooper!" It was like herding cats.
After lunch I was sitting in the living room with Boston in my lap and Hooper really wanted to play "catch". His version of catch is bumping the ball with his chest and head, which leads Shiloah and I into prayer every day that he will not play soccer. Anyway I figured what could it hurt to stand still and play catch? Of course Hooper was diving and bumping the ball everywhere, even into picture frames and lamps. I finally told him no more unless he actually would catch the ball. After the third "no" he received, he threw his hands up in the air and said, "Ah come on! Come on Mommy!" I'm a sucker for expert prodding such as this. I can always buy new picture frames.
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