Weekend update

Scott and Bruce went backpacking this weekend, so Oliver and Phoebe and I stayed home and had some fun on our own. Phoebe was quite jealous of the father-son trip, so to make it up for her we went to the fire station. 

The firefighters know her by name and like to indulge her because she gets so excited. She tried on some heavy turnout gear and said she would have no problems wearing the 30-pound air tank and carrying a 150-pound person down a ladder. 

Unfortunately Oliver got sick this weekend. He got RSV at the end of last winter and since then, all tiny colds turn into weeks of wheezing. We seem to be at the beginning of another bout of fever, runny nose, coughing, Vader-esque wheezing, and very interrupted sleep.