Prince Kuhio gave me the day off on Friday and we didn't have any special plans so we did what ever we wanted. That careless attitude followed us around all weekend. It was nice.
And then sadness happened. Here's the way Thomas told it on his family message board:
"Ambrose has had a little cold for a few days, but today his cough was pretty bad. Later in the day he started complaining that he couldn't breathe. His breathing was really labored, which is scary. So we monitored him for a while but his wheezing wasn't getting better, so we decided to take him to the ER. There have been a lot of cases of pneumonia around here, and a little girl in the ward even had to be hospitalized recently, so we didn't want anything to develop. It was so cute, and sad, to see him on the hospital bed in the ER. Anyway, they gave him a few treatments of albuterol, and some prednisone, and his breathing was back to normal. What a relief! Now he needs a follow up, and of course, I'm worried that this might be the onset of asthma, which would make me sad." We both had asthma as kids and sometimes Thomas still does. It's not the end of the world, but just isn't fun. Not what you want for your healthy little guy.
We're actually off to the doctors right now. Wish me and Darth Vader luck!