Poor Crate.

Today started off at 1:30am when I was contemplating a trip to the ER for Crate. Poor guy was wheezing so bad and sounded like he was gonna cough up his guts. I'm not one to run to the hospital at the drop of a hat...actually we've never had a trip to the ER with kids so once I woke up Pops and told him he knew it was pretty bad. He gave Crate a blessing and what a powerful moment that was. The Lord answered our prayer. Immediately Crate settled down and slept another two solid hours before waking up again to eat. He hasn't felt good all day but it's not nearly as bad as last night. Then today at church he puked on me...not just a little spit up, full on puke. And I had to stay the whole time at church because I brought some neighbor kids with me and I had to take them home. We both smelt lovely the rest of the day. Then I heard that Boss announced in Primary that he doesn't pray. Nice on Boss. We really have taught him to pray. Thankfully the family got naps today and even Pops got a quick nap before he ran out to teach his Missionary Prep class. We had German Pancakes again for dinner, or as Boss likes to call them germy pancakes and I was out tonight taking care of YW stuff and picking up a breathing machine for Crate from some friends. I'm going to bed now in case Crate has a rough night like last night. I did feel another tooth today on the bottom right next to his first one. I can't believe he already has two!