I had an off day, I just felt like I had jello for brains and I was very tired. Trevor and I ran a few errands this morning but otherwise, it was a TV heavy kind of day. I didn’t take any pictures until this evening.

It rained softly all morning and that helped bring the high temperature down. It was a relief when Bill came home and ran the boys around outside for a while.

Brendan says, “I’ve got Trevor, you go rest!”

It was nice to cook dinner when all the chaos was outside. Then the chaos came in to the dinner table. Beware the Dread Pirate Toast-Beard. Arrrrrr.

His toast must have been a little too well done. He ate all of the butter off of it and then gave the rest to Eins.

Brendan rapidly throws anything that I set on his tray. He is daring me to try something else!

Trevor says, “He’s the fastest food slinger in the West”

After all that nonsense, we had a highly intellectual conversation

Brendan hasn’t worn his PMV while he has been wet, so he has an arsenal of sounds he makes with his trach. Trevor had finished his meal and was impatiently waiting for me to be ready to take him to the bathtub.
(When he gets wound up, “Ah Ga!” is how he says “dog” and he says “woof woof” when the dogs were running around begging)

Brendan seems to feel well, he is very silly and active. He just has yucky sounds in his chest and is still coughing up very loose wet slime. We see the pulmonologist on Friday. I hope he is looking and sounding AWESOME when we go.