Oranges
Wheeze, bark! Wheeze, bark!
So goes the chorus of my children, who have apparently inherited my cough-intensive sickness of the last couple of weeks.
Poor Trey, with his asthma-infused dry squeak of a cough, which eventually stirs up his reflux, and so he coughs until he gags.
And poor Aden, with his loud, piercing seal bark. The first time I heard it, when he was a baby, I was convinced that he was dying. That one of his tiny little internal organs was going to come right up his windpipe.
So yeah, the coughing chorus.
I blame the oranges.
Or rather, I blame myself for allowing us to run out of oranges.
Back in November we bought 20 pounds of oranges from the FFA at Brandon's school. And the boys had an orange every day or two until they were gone. I am utterly convinced this is what has kept the boys healthy through the winter so far. Last year, they alternated colds every week from November to March.
So, dear FFA, please save us 20 pounds of oranges every year. And, dear Kroger, please schedule a huge sale on oranges every January so I can restock. And, dear boys, don't hate me when you're older for shoving oranges down your throat every day of every winter.
It's for your own good.
Feel better soon, sweet babies.
So goes the chorus of my children, who have apparently inherited my cough-intensive sickness of the last couple of weeks.
Poor Trey, with his asthma-infused dry squeak of a cough, which eventually stirs up his reflux, and so he coughs until he gags.
And poor Aden, with his loud, piercing seal bark. The first time I heard it, when he was a baby, I was convinced that he was dying. That one of his tiny little internal organs was going to come right up his windpipe.
So yeah, the coughing chorus.
I blame the oranges.
Or rather, I blame myself for allowing us to run out of oranges.
Back in November we bought 20 pounds of oranges from the FFA at Brandon's school. And the boys had an orange every day or two until they were gone. I am utterly convinced this is what has kept the boys healthy through the winter so far. Last year, they alternated colds every week from November to March.
So, dear FFA, please save us 20 pounds of oranges every year. And, dear Kroger, please schedule a huge sale on oranges every January so I can restock. And, dear boys, don't hate me when you're older for shoving oranges down your throat every day of every winter.
It's for your own good.
Feel better soon, sweet babies.
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