No clue.

I have no idea what to write tonight. Usually every New Years I write a Journal entry about my year and my thoughts about the New Year ahead of me but right now I feel like I have a major case of Writers block!

This year I have been through more than I ever thought that I could handle! Honestly, I have my Heavenly Father to thank! He has answered prayer.... upon prayer..... upon prayer! Life would get so bad that I honestly was scared to think about what the next day would bring. I couldn't handle much more than I dared to. It made me so sad to think about what my kids were going through if my days were that bad. But somehow, every day, I forced a smile on my face and made the very best of things, and it was then that I knew that Heavenly Father was listening. He was trying to lighten my load so to speak.

Out of all the hard things James and I have had to deal with, I would have to say that if tomorrow is another bad day... it's okay, A good one will come along.

I am so grateful for everyone that has influenced my life this past year. I hope that everyone has a GREAT New Year. I hope its a safe Holiday for everyone traveling and celebrating!

I guess this is goodbye 2011.... Goodnight.

New Years Quotes!

--An optimist stays up until midnight to see the new year in.  A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves.  ~Bill Vaughan
--A New Year's resolution is something that goes in one year and out the other.  ~Author Unknown

--Be always at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let each new year find you a better man.  ~Benjamin Franklin
--Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right.  ~Oprah Winfrey

--Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
~Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1850

December 22...

Every year on this day, my day starts the same. I wake up, stare at my Dad's picture on my dresser, and all my memories start flooding my head. Today marks the day he slipped into a coma. Eight years. Eight long hard years. You would think that the day that he passed away was the only hard day... but it was a two week long nightmare.

He was taken via Life Flight from Richfield to Provo December 22, 2003. I will never forget everything that happened on that day. I had felt heartache before, but nothing like this. Something that we couldn't deny was in fact happening. We prayed and hoped things would get better. Things weren't the same. Christmas wasn't the same.

My oldest was barely 10 months old, he would never know his Grandfather, and how much he was loved by him.

This photo was taken when my son was 15 mins old. He was a big baby at birth, so his Grandpa Childs called him 'Overload' and his 'Big Boy'.

Music Soothes My Everything!

According to researchers at Manchester University, music fans are stimulating part of the inner ear known as the Sacculus, which responds to the beat in music. This gives the brain pleasure and makes us feel good — during the music and afterwards. [When loud music is playing,] the brain is stimulated into releasing feelgood hormones that make us calm, happy and responsive.

Even though to much loud music is damaging to your ears, I enjoy it. There are a lot of people that LOVE music but don't listen to it as much or as loud as me. So when they are around its n absolute drag when they turn it down-even when a conversation isn't taking place. I get it, I know that some people can't think or do some things like read etc while music is on. My dear Husband is one of those people! Hahaha, I love you James!!  I most definately do not take quiet time for granted, but if you were to add a great song to the silence, its magical!


I love music, I always have! For as long as I can remember I have always loved a good song! My Father always had a good song playing in his Bronco. He even made a box for his speakers so that they were louder. I heard great songs from Musical wonders like, Elvis Presley, Kingston Trio, Def Lepard, Ozzy Osborne, The Beetles, etc..

I have noticed that I am not the only Music lover in my family. Both of my sisters are Music lovers by heart as well! But I seriously have my doubts that they are as bad as I. :) I could listen to music every day all day! When I was 9 years old, my Dad found someone to teach me to sing. From that point on til I was 17 I was a growing songbird. :) So I guess you could say that my Musical ambition is partly my Fathers fault! LOL, Which is entirely okay with me!

-The function of Music is to release us from the tyranny of conscious thought-
 -Music is just something that helps me escape and be totally free from everything-David Schmitt-
-Music washes away from the soul the dust from everyday life!-
-Music is a world within itself, with a language we all understand.-

Now, its back to my Music I go...

Prayers for the children!

This really breaks my heart!!! I am an avid Facebook user and lately I have seen so many heartbreaking stories about children being sick, dying, hurt, etc... Tonight I am sitting at my desk looking at these stories being posted by families that all need prayers for their babies, nieces, nephews and friends. I wish I could just write this Blog and everyone everywhere would know how important it is to say prayers for these sweet children and all other children in the world. Alas, I am only one person and I have only 10 followers. However I know that many of my followers will say prayers for these sweet souls!

Prayers: The niece of an old Classmate. Not exactly sure about her age but she has been in the Children's hospital for a week and she has severe necrotic pancreatitis and 2 blood clots. She has been through so much and trying to keep a smile on her face. What a scary thing for her to go through and at such a young age! Please include her in your prayers!! Thank you! My prayers are with you Sipola, and your entire family!

Prayers: A friend of mine's daughter was in a four wheeler accident a week and a half ago. Her and her cousin hit each other head on, both were on wheelers. She has a shattered left arm and a shattered right knee cap. She has been in pain and her family is asking for prayers. As am I also. She is 9 years old. They may have to put pins in her arm and she has been wheelchair bound since the accident. Prayers are appreciated. Thank you. My prayers are with you Preece, and your family, we wish you well as soon as possible!

Prayers: Another Classmate of mine has a sweet baby girl that is around age two. (unsure). She has been through SO many difficult health problems and afflictions. Her parents have spent much of their time in Hospitals. I do not have a current update for this precious girl, but I know that her parents are in need of prayers and thoughts at this time. This sweet little one has been through so much in her short life. My thoughts and prayers are with you Olivia and your amazing parents!

Prayers: This is for Patrick! Patrick has Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia. Patrick was diagnosed with ALL at the age of 5 (on December 18, 2009) and has since been undergoing extensive treatment to combat this terrible disease. This sweet little boy has a Facebook Group called, Prayers For Patrick. You and you amazing family are in my prayers and thoughts sweet boy!!

Prayers: This is for little Devin Drake, a beautiful sweet smiling 3 year old boy who became the victim of abuse on August 30, 2011, by his parents! With unfortunate substantial Brain Trauma and declared Brain Dead, was taken off life support by his supporting family members on September 4, 2011. Even though I did not know you, you are an angel to many and myself. your face is instilled into my mind. May God Bless you!! 

Prayers: For ALL the sick and afflicted and those that have passed.... May you find peace and love with your Heavenly Father who loves you! For all the friends and family that I have lost, I love you for eternity, you ALL brought something worth while into my life..... YOU. I love each and every one of you, big and small. I am truly blessed to have such wonderful people in my life. I feel like I have jabbered on and on, but for a good purpose. I know I often bother ya'll for Prayers but I would certainly hope that you would do it for me if I needed them. 

Hope that everyone hugs their families tight and loves endlessly..... Love is everything! 

Redneck Soap!

Okay, I know that I have enough of my own drama in my life that I don't need to feed off of others drama, but when its FAKE then I'm all ears. Seriously, for as much as I have always hated Soap Opera's, I sure love them now. Yea, I know that they are a bunch of crap but it makes me feel better even if just imagining that someone else's life is tangled in more lies, deceit, betrayal, murder, gossip, cheating, fraudulent, and more down right appalling than mine is!! Maybe that is crude of me, but dang, these Daytime shows can be quite interesting.

When I say Redneck Soap, I mean look at the stories ex: Harold and Peggy were the perfect married couple, then Peggy fell for Harold's brother Ted. Peggy sleeps with Ted and he secretly Fathers her son Ken. Harold raises Ken as his own son when in fact, its his nephew. Then she breaks the news to Harold that Ken is Ted's son. Harold files for divorce and to get even he sleeps with Janette, Peggy's sister, they marry and have a son named Nick. Peggy marries Ted and they have another son named Jack. After both original couples were married to new spouces for two years, they fall back in love and have a love child that Ted thinks is his and its really Harolds. That child is Olivia. Ted and Peggy divorce when Olivia was 16. During all those years between Olivia's birth and Peggy and Ted's divorce, Peggy fails to tell Ted that Olivia isn't his and she also fails to tell Harold that he is Olivia's Father. Harold and Janette divorce somewhere along the way and he ends up in bed with his secretary Penelope. Him and Penelope shag for a few months while he is seeing Peggy once again. But that is okay because Peggy is doing "it" with the Italian Gardner Rico. Olivia goes to college and meets a sexy stunning young man and they fall in love. Next thing you know she runs home to Mom and tells her that she is pregnant and that her and the baby's Father want to get married. Peggy and Ted are delighted that she is happy and they meet the Fiance just to find out is her half BROTHER Nick. Then she has to break the silence and tell Ted that Olivia is Harolds and by this time Olivia is disgusted with her Mother, Father and her own gross tangled relationship with Nick. Now here is the REAL question......... Will Olivia's baby be deformed??? To be continued.....................................

Okay, I am not going to lie, that was WAY too confusing to even type, so I hope that it made sense. I just love these Redneck Soaps where everyone and anybody who's somebody's Spouce sleeps with everyone and creates mind pondering offspring! (lmao) Phew... what is in store for tomorrow!! I better go to bed so I can wake up and find out! LOL. Hope that everyone had a GREAT day! :)

Update

Well, this one is going to be very short... The little boy that had kidney failure is at home now with his family and he is doing well. I spoke to his mother and she was relieved that he was finally home and that he was doing well. She said that he was back to his sweet, active little self! Thank goodness! I want to thank each one of you that said prayers for him, he surely needed them! Prayer is so powerful and you are all so amazing to say them for him. Thank you!!!!

My night of sobbing.

So, my son Corbin has had a toothache for 3 days now and on Saturday night his face started to swell. He had surgery to fix all the cavities in May and now I think one is abscessing. His fevers are scary and he has hardly eaten. So, today I took him to the Hospital to get him some antibiotics. While we were there, I saw someone that I  have known for most of my life, she came in with her son. I was trying to keep Corbin talking so that he didn't think about being in the E.R. Next thing I know I hear the other little boy crying, wanting to leave the Hospital. Corbin started getting antsy, you know, like any other kid would and started crying telling me that the Dr was taking too long and that he wanted to go home. I kept calming him down, but the other little boys cries were overwhelming him. He asked me why he was crying and I just told him that I didn't know. I felt so bad for the little boy, but I kept reassuring Corbin that he was okay and was probably just scared.

As a parent you fear that something worse is wrong with your child than there really is. I was laying in bed watching Grey's Anatomy with my Husband tonight and I was watching the episode where a little boy was dying from organ failure and that a criminal that was on death row and dying in the hospital wanted to give the boy his organs. At the last minute he was saved by a different person that was a match. I know that I am a Mother and seeing something like that just makes me teary eyed, as I know that I am not the only one out there that cries at the drop of a hat when it comes to someone dying, fake or real. I never want to live what other parents have had to live through, by losing a child. Yes, my son only has a dental emergency but infections can also be dangerous. I was emotional about it.

I decided, after the show ended that I wanted to check my Facebook and so on. As I was scrolling down the most recent feed, I noticed that the person that I had seen in the E.R. had left a status that her little boy was life flighted to a Children's Hospital up North for Kidney failure. I have been crying ever since. I keep thinking about him crying and about Corbin's concern for him and I just fell apart. After watching that show and reading what she wrote, and worrying for my own son, I felt compelled to ask anyone that is reading this Blog, to please take a few minutes and pray for this sweet little boy. He and his family need our thoughts and prayers at this time. Her little boy is only about 4 years old.... he needs all he can get.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this... and thank you in advance for any and all prayers, I'm sure his family would be grateful. I hope that everyone has a safe 4th of July.

Scrapbook frames

These are just some Scrapbook pages that I made into frames. They are so much fun to make!!

The first three are the first ones that I did. I did them in 2008

These next three are all new ones that I did a few weeks ago. I still have some finishing to do but I like them so far. :)

My Medical Mystery??

So, for almost two years now I have had severe head problems. No, I am not crazy in the head lol. In lame-mans terms, a migraine. Even though I am not yet diagnosed with anything yet, my possibilities are, Cluster Headaches, MS and something to do with spinal fluid. My only diagnosis so far is from an MRI that I had done in Feb 2010, which shows that I have swelling in my Left Temporal Lobe.

How it started:

My first marriage was nothing nice and our last "physical" fight ended with my head bouncing off the wall of my bedroom. That was May 21, 2009. My head hurt for two days and then went away, problem solved... or so I thought.

I went on Vacation to Vegas on July 9, 2009 to which I ended short due to 'him' taking off with my kids. About a week and a half after returning, I started getting light migraines. I got them 2-3 times a day. On July 24th I got my first BIG migraine. When I say BIG, I mean HUGE! I had that migraine for 10 months. Yes, it was ONE migraine. No matter what I did, it wouldn't go away. I had finally started seeing a Dr for the pain in January 2010 with no relief in sight. In December 2009, I started getting a cold, it lasted two weeks then went away for two weeks, then returned and kept happening til the last week of May 2010. Finally, in May 2010, I went through what my Neurologist said was a form of remission. There was no telling how long I could go without having another one.

In August 2010, I started getting them about once or twice a week but they weren't extreme ones. In January 2011 I started getting bad headaches that literally left me in bed. I couldn't go anywhere. I went to the Dr. and he checked my blood and told me that he was scheduling me for another MRI. My blood tests showed high results in inflammation and my white cell count was up. I had another MRI and they reported that there were no changes from my MRI in 2009.

No relation to the subject, but I re-married during this time.

  Last Wednesday, June 1, I started getting a migraine and thought nothing of it. I was already treating a toothache the day before, so I would just keep taking IBU and hopefully it would keep the edge off. By 7 Thursday night it was a NASTY cluster headache. I was in so much pain Friday and Saturday. By Saturday afternoon I was pacing the floor ready to throw up, which never has happened with the headaches before. I am a person who has Emetophobia, a fear of vomiting. Silly, I know, but I am terrified of it. I have thrown up 2 times in 17 years! I am pretty good at stopping it from happening. Well I failed miserably on Saturday. I had no food in my system for 24 hours. I made myself throw up at that point. To my shock, it was all blood. That was the last straw! To the ER I went.

They ran a blood test and the presiding Dr said that my white cells were slightly elevated from the last test and that I was anemic. He gave me two shots, one was two meds, Nubain and a anit-nausea medication and then an antibiotic. He prescribed Ondansetron for nausea (it made me sick), Tylenol 3 for pain, Omeprazolan Antacid for the blood, and a very pricy anti-inflammatory med that I couldn't afford. He said that if this stuff isn't helpful then he wants me to come back for a scan. (you could imagine my immediate joy considering I have no health insurance).

I finally got sleep for the first time since Saturday night, last night. I still hurt, but the mystery goes on. For now, I hope to be heading into remission soon!!!!!! (and I hope it lasts a while!)

New Photographs.

Please take a minute and look at these and don't be afraid to tell me what you think of them. Always looking for advice and constructive criticism. Please share this blog with friends! I am really trying to get my Photography together. As always, thank you for your time. And bare with me, a new blog will be available soon. Thanks!!

Healing the thumb sucker!

 Healing my poor Thumb sucker!!

I know what happens to your teeth when you suck your thumb. I had a cousin that had that terrible habit for many years and it damaged her smile! She had to have braces to correct it. So I thought, What if I look up pictures on Google of what happens to your teeth when you suck your thumb and show them to Emma? I wasn't sure what the outcome would be. The pics were nasty and I worried that at 5 years old, it might be too traumatic for her. I am providing this link HERE to give you an example of what I saw.

I thought about whether or not to do it for about an hour or so. Emma came into the living room and I saw her thumb in her mouth and that was it, my decision was made! I told Emma what I was going to show her and she didn't wanna see them. I told her that it was really important that I show her what can happen. She agreed to look at them. When I showed her she was utterly disgusted! With each new picture she just gasped. I showed her the pictures of what the teeth looked like AND pictures of what can happen to your thumb from sucking on it. Emma has Eczema from sucking her thumb. Examples of what it looks like are HERE and HERE. Emma left the room in a hurry and ran to the bathroom. After a minute or two she came back in, covering her mouth and teary eyed. I asked her what was wrong. She told me that she ruined herself. I asked her what she meant and she lowered her hand and smiled so I could see her teeth. Sure enough she had a hollowed horizontal oval shape between the top and bottom teeth where her teeth should meet. I told her that she didn't ruin herself. I told her that she still has baby teeth and if she stops now, then we have a better chance of fixing it sooner. She said that she didn't want ugly teeth or sore thumbs anymore!

Needless to say, she hasn't sucked her thumb since!! I give myself a pat on the back for this one. I really thought maybe it wasn't a good idea, but it turned out better than I had imagined! I am so proud of her for making that choice to stop on her own. Even though I helped, she could have just kept doing it.

My next objective: Healing the 'Finger" sucker! Corbin is next :)

Meet Master Corbin

This handsome boy is Corbin. We call him, Bunky! He was born on February 8, 2007 at 7:38a.m. He weighed 8lbs 8oz and was barely 20 inches long. He had light brown hair and dark blue eyes!

Corbin was not a planned child. His Father and I were not getting along and we both wanted our marriage to work. So, we decided to leave our small town for the city. His Father was born and raised in the Salt Lake area and that is where we went. 

Corbin's cousins Shaun and Cody were deathly Ill with Leukodystrophy. Typically in cases of Leukodystrophy, your life expectancy is usually no more than about 5 years of age. His cousin Cody is about 14 years old and has outlived many life expectancies. He has been given only months to live on several occasions. Shaun's battle with Leukodystrophy was more severe at that time. He was deaf, blind, immobile and unable to ingest any foods other than pediasure through a tube inserted in his stomach. Emma had turned 1 on May 12th. Mothers Day was May 14th that year. On May 15th, just three days after Emma's birthday, our sweet Shaun passed away in the loving arms of his Mother and Father. He was 6 years old. 

 I had gotten sick the night of Shaun's funeral. Everyone was coming down sick. Just one of those things where many different people shake hands and one has a cold, therefore most of us got sick. It was about the second week in June and I still wasn't better. This nasty cold wasn't going away. Our Insurance was canceled in April and so I couldn't go to the Dr's. Finally I decided to apply for Chip and be seen. They said that I could go to a Doctor and once my Chip went through they would pay for the visit. So it was off to Granger Medical Clinic. I explained to the nurse how long I'd been sick and that everyone else was better weeks ago. They wanted to give me a medication that would help but in order to take it they had to make sure that I wasn't pregnant first. 


I took the test and returned to the waiting room. I was off in my own little world when the Nurse came out and asked me to come back. I got up expecting to see the Doctor and get a prescription. The nurse asked me if there was a chance that I could be pregnant and I started laughing and told her that she just had me take a test, so why was she asking me. She grinned and asked me to look at the test strip and see if I saw a line. I didn't see anything. She was thoroughly convinced that she saw one. For a moment I thought that she was crazy. I kept looking at the strip and I could actually see a white line... on WHITE paper. What the... ? She said that the white line could be a positive but she wanted me to re-take the test to make sure. So, I did. And the result was the same. It was time for the Doctor's eyes to see what we weren't sure of. Sure enough, it was a straight up POSITIVE!! That's why I wasn't getting better!! It all made sense. I was due February 27th, 2007

 I was seriously devastated. As wrong and rude as that may sound, it was true. My marriage was on the rocks and now this? I told him and his family and everyone was so excited!! I put on my best happy face and called Mom. I told her the news and she sounded happy. Then I started to cry. She asked me what was wrong and all my word vomit came out. I wasn't happy. I was hiding my anger with a smile. She knew that the timing wasn't good and understood why I was upset. Then she preceded to tell me how this baby was a blessing. And that regardless how my marriage ends up, I got a miracle and blessing from it all. She told me that God wouldn't give me anything that I can't handle. And if those words didn't help me then maybe the fact that this baby was a gift from my Father that died in 2004 would. And it did. I was still upset and struggling with the idea, but knowing that My own Father sending this gift to me, made me feel better.

Before I knew it, it was July and I could already feel him moving. I had missed that feeling more than I thought. I started to wonder if it was a girl or boy and what would I name him or her. We had a problem finding the right name for a girl and that's when I knew it had to be a boy!

At the end of July someone tried breaking into our apartment in the middle of the night. My (ex) husband was working nights at that time. We started to realize the danger of him not being home, me being pregnant and having 2 other small children in this city, wasn't a good idea. It was time to go home. We had barely been in Salt Lake 5 months and it was back to Richfield we went. By August 15th we were back home. We lived with family til' we found a place.

On September 20th it was confirmed that we were having a BOY! We were so excited! The idea of having this boy was already something that I had accepted by then and things were getting better. At 18 weeks it was time to take my AFP (Alpha-Fetoprotein) test. I had done the test with Kyden and it came back high for Downsyndrome. After many visits with Neonatology, we learned that there was nothing wrong with Kyden. So, with Emma I declined to take it cause it was not even needed with Kyden. I didn't want one. So I didn't. With Corbin, I had a feeling that it was needed so I took it. Sure enough there was something wrong. There were so many things that came up. My Mid-wife, Dixie told me that it wasn't Downs. I was relieved. Instead, it was much more. There was a high chance that my son would be still born. I was once again devastated. I had finally gotten excited and excepted this blessing and now it could all be taken away from me. She said that he could lose rapid amounts of weight, which was dangerous. OR, he could rapidly gain which was also scary.. If he got too big then he might not be able to fit through the birth canal and his organs might shut down. I was to be watched like a hawk! I was so scared.

Like Emma, I had non-stress tests and ultrasounds quite often to watch him very closely. I had no contraction at all through the whole pregnancy I only had Braxton Hicks. By December 20th I had started dilating slowly. Mid January I was only 1 1/2 cm dilated. So I was doing good. The baby was very active. We had moved in October to an apartment. And things were going pretty good. I started noticing, around Christmas time that I couldn't life my right leg. I was measuring about 49cm in fundal height and I thought that I just couldn't function well cause he was getting SO big! I could walk but that was about it. If I was going to bed or getting in the shower, I had to have someone lift my right leg for me. It was very painful to get around and that wasn't something that happened normally. I had a routine Ultrasound done around the 1st of Jan. the baby was weighing in at about 7lbs 10oz give or take a few. He was growing a bit TOO big TOO fast! Worried, the Mid-wife consulted the Doctor that was the attending physician. He wanted to keep watching the weight himself. On February 7th I had an Ultrasound and the baby's weight had increased to 9lbs 9oz. The Doctor himself was there for the Ultrasound. He told me that it was in our baby's best interest to get him out. I was barely 37 wks. The Doctor said that it was up to me to decide but an Amniocentesis was needed to determine if his lungs were developed enough to be born here. I agreed to do the testing. Let me tell you.... it is NO fun at all!!! After all that needle action the Dr told us that the baby's lungs were only at 51% developed. It only needed to be 50% to be born here and even though it was a risk, I was given steroids to mature his lungs. The C-section was scheduled for that next morning at 7a.m.

I remember that night so vividly. Family was called and we started preparing for baby. Family had come from Salt Lake to take care of the other kids and the house. I left the bustle of conversations to take a shower. My last shower being pregnant. I had already discussed with my Mid-wife and Dr that I wanted to be fixed. So, the plan was to be fixed that next morning... no more babies for me. This night would be the last of any pregnant memories for me. I stood there in the shower and I was deep in thought when baby started moving (he loved showers) and just like that, I was in tears. I was feeling him move and flip under my hand and I was scared that this would be the last time I would feel him move... what if he was still born after all....? All the thoughts, feelings and emotions flooded my mind. I finished my shower and went to bed early.... in tears. I loved my child. After how rotten I had been in the beginning, I might lose my baby...

On February 8th I was wheeled into the O.R. My previous deliveries I had been unable to have an Epidural. I was prepared for that this time too... which meant I wouldn't be conscious. The Anesthesiologist looked at my spine and told me, we can do this. I was nervous. It is always described as the most horrific pain, other than childbirth of course... but I didn't feel any more than a pinch. I had my first Epidural and it worked!! they didn't start the operation til' bout 7:30. Within a matter of a few tugs and pulls I heard the most beautiful sound in the world... he wasn't crying, he was shivering and grunting! :) He was dark red and beautiful!!! My son was born!! And well! The respiratory therapist was working on getting the fluid out of his lungs and said that his oxygen was very low. I was worried. They took him to the nursery. The Dr was cleaning me up and putting things back when he looked at me and asked, are you ready for the tubal? I told him no. After all the discussions about getting it done, I decided at the last possible second that I didn't wanna be denied the choice to be a Mother again. He smiled and stitched me up :). 

After some tests were run, Corbin's lungs were at 97% matured by the time he was born. For some reason though he couldn't keep his oxygen up. He stayed in the hospital for 6 days following his birth. He was released on February 14th, the day before his brother's 4th birthday! We were sent home with an oxygen machine and Oximeter. He lived on it for 3 1/2 weeks with no real explanation. Every once in a while his OSATS will dip down to 65-ish for just the simple cold. Other than that, he is happy and healthy!! He is a fearless boy! A thrill seeker. He isn't afraid of very many things. We just love him to pieces!!! 

 

Kids.....