Five years old and a PhD later...

Well Owen's the big "Oh Five" and boy does everyone in his general vicinity know it. He's extremely proud of this accomplishment and I'll admit, so am I. We've all survived the past five years, just barely, and are now looking ahead to.....KINDERGARTEN. I'll admit, he's as emotional as a preteen girl, but he's very athletic and extremely intelligent and a very sweet boy. Aside from general behavioral problems, we've been pretty lucky raising Owen. Tate, on the otherhand, is on his way to getting us a medical degree with all we're going through with him. Pyloric Stenosis, Lactose Intolerance, Acid Reflux & GERD, Pulmonary Aspiration, in addition to the "normal" run-of-the-mill childhood illnesses, all I can say is.... Thank God for my health benefits! The illness du jour is Pulmonary Aspiration. After a visit to the hospital for a swallow test, we learned that Tate literally inhales his drinks instead of swallowing them. Prescription? Thickening his drinks to the consistency of honey. Nasty nasty business. Unfortunately, we're going through all of this as he ascends to his throne as "King of the Terrible 2's". Poor Owen is getting a taste of his own medicine, that's for sure. I'm actually considering sending him overseas and since "no" means the same thing is virtually every language, he'll get along just fine.