At almost exactly midnigt Henry woke up not able to breathe and I rushed him to the nearest emergency room where he was stablized within four hours and then transported to Downey Kaiser via ambulance.

We spent most of Halloween in the hospital in the pediatric unit with a lot of sweet nurses and doctors, in a room they personalized at 5 am (before we arrived), when they knew we were on our way.

There aren’t many instances I can think of that feel more helpess as watching my children in pain. Our little Henry refused food, had to be hooked up to an IV, had to be strapped down in the ambulance, was breathing hard to catch his breath, moaned in his sleep, and cried a lot.

Thankfully by the afternoon he was cheery enough for visitors, feeling a little festive,

eating more, and eventually released to go home.

They even gave him a costume, hoping to make him feel better.

By the evening the doctor’s recommendation included going out in the cool air to assist with breathing, after being indoors for so long, so there was a quick tour around the block for trick or treating.

This morning, after a full night’s rest, we happily changed our page on the calendar and are looking forward to this new month.

We are spending the day in pajamas.

We are so happy to be home.

from the superheroes 

also known as Team Sullivan

we sit and keep eachother company with stories

(like Paul making sure Henry’s fever is gone, while he sits enduring one of the many breathing treatments he needs every four hours)

we sleep in the same bed sharing the humidifier, but not the blankets

we fit so nicely, complimenting one another, like a fork and spoon

we cook, clean, and serve the plates side by side

we sit around a shared table

we sip soup and pile tofu onto rice

I see the resemblance where Paul is like his Gi’chan and Olivine wlll one day be the younger sister visiting just like my Aunt Lily- despite their age, they still acti like siblings

we smile and giggle and enjoy one another

we make up a family that spans many generations

we have grateful hearts for the time we are given.

 

 

is the reason for having a baking party

and because I love listening to Paul’s observations:

“looks a little like yogurt”

“hey, it’s sticky like bubble gum”

“goodnight” as he tucks them into the oven

while we wait for them to bake he insists I sit on the couch and order from his restaurant- he made me some delicious tea and then told me that I could have free refills since there were no french fries with ketchup being served today

a homemade wreath for my mom

it was her birthday and I was feeling crafty.

I love yarn, felt, glue, and scissors..

of these cheeks in the sunlight

of our oldest

of our long shadows in the sand

to the edge before turning around

of these days in pictures.

The boys have been counting down all week

in excitement over Grammy coming and going to “Trunk or Treat” at Paul’s school

not to mention the rides at the Pumpkin Patch

where the boys rode a train, 

and a motorcycle

side by side.

out front

before dinner

with chalk

getting messy

practicing skipping

and taking turns.

Meanwhile our little girl is stuffed up and so she is sleeping more

a little under the weather.

I decorated for the season

adding a little color

to our house.

I noticed our little girl has a total of six teeth (you can see the bottom two)

and our little guy is content with a minimal amount of toys and a vast imagination.

I am grateful for a simple life.

Joe booked us tickets knowing

I love free and the boys love trains.

We learned a lot about the inner workings of our local port.

We brought along snacks

and the boys traded tastes of their lollipops.

Earlier in the day we stopped in to see an old friend in Newport Beach

where the weather was misty and overcast- perfect

and so was this face.