Well, Andrew, just when I start blogging, you give me something to blog about! I'm typing this as you sleep on my lap at the hospital. It is 1:32 in the morning. At dinner, you choked on a piece of Dreamland sausage. It scared us all to death, but you seemed fine. You went to bed but woke up a little before midnight struggling to breathe. You were so upset and making a crazy squeaking noise. You have calmed down now, and we are waiting on the X-Ray to make sure the sausage did not end up in the wrong place.