It's not TB

That's good news, huh? For the last week or so all I can remember hearing about is the stupid TB guy from Atlanta, so just in case you heard about the same thing, I don't have it.

Four weeks after my horrendous cough started, I finally went to a doctor. My coworkers couldn't take my coughing up a lung anymore, and neither could I. I made the appointment for Thursday and it's a good thing I did. On Wednesday night, I went to see my original idol, Reba, at Chastain. The poor guy next to me got to listen to me cough every minute or so. It was unreal. He probably thought I had TB. The doctor even suspected it too, far back in his mind (in my imagination, because it was probably for pneumonia), because he had me get a chest x-ray. That was negative and I don't have a real diagnosis but it's either allergies, asthma, or bronchitis. Whatever it is, I'm on the road to recovery. Anyways, enough about me...

It is now Evan's turn to be sick. He had his first fever today, a few days short of his 6-month birthday. He's been cranky but gave us a few good shots today (the ones in the plaid overalls)

My mom, who is still in the Philippines, has requested more pictures of Evan. For that request, I have logged back onto the computer and blogger land and I give you Evan....

This is what we spend most of the time in the bouncer doing

We are sitting up now too!

and playing so hard, we pass out in strange positions

With Cole, in matching patterns

See you next week, Lola!

Love to all of our blogger friends. Hope you all have a great weekend!