Monday, June 2, 2008

Cough Cough

So, like I said before, Garrett caught this bizarre fever/cough/large volumes of snot thing while we were in San Diego. I did not mention who the culprit of contamination was but I will give a personal shout out to my wonderful brother who learned how to share from all those years of me just taking his stuff and smacking him if he tried to object. So I suppose, in a roundabout way, it's my fault that my son caught the plague of death from my brother. In any case, the cough was just hanging around and sounding, on occasion, worse and not better. I was starting to believe that it might turn into pneumonia or bronchitis or, I don't know, consumption. Yesterday, however, there was marked improvement. He still spent a great deal of time attempting to hack his lungs right up out of his chest cavity and into my hands but it sounded less wet than it had previously. So, after he went to bed, I put the cough medicine away.

I had been keeping the Delsym on the counter in the bathroom and giving it to him right before bed. Each night, once the dose was administered, he looked at me hopefully and said, "Mo-ah?" (Translation: More. Read with a Jersey accent) Each night I replied, "You can't have any more right now. Too much will make you sick." He seemed satisfied with this answer and trotted off to bed. He only coughed once or twice today but tonight when we climbed the stairs, in route to bed, he darted into the bathroom. Placing his little hands on the counter he pulled himself up to see the blessed potion of orange flavored goodness. Finding none he looked at me and pointed to his tongue (his sign for wanting something--anything--that goes in his mouth). I said, "It's all gone, bud. You don't need it anymore because you're all better." It was at this point that he let out two overdramatic coughs.

Garrett: Cough cough!
Me: Oh brother.
Garrett: Cough cough cough!
Me: You haven't coughed all day you silly willy.
Garrett: (with extreme drama) Cough cough cough cough!
Me: Get in your room you little actor.

I don't have a clue where he comes up with these theatrics. For Pete's sake, neither of his parents are dramatic.


  1. You're welcome. And I'm sorry. I did warn you the first day you got here, though. So I did my part. And I have NO idea where he got the idea to act overdramatic. Hmm...

  2. That has to be one of my favorite Garrett moments ever! It is just too adorable for words. I can't imagine where the flair for the dramatic comes from though! Hmmmm....I'll have to think about that one.

  3. I'm trying to find your post about the 80's. What's the title?