Sunday, November 15, 2009

"Auto" Biography #8 - 1998 Audi Wagon - by Brad

1998 Audi A6 Quattro Wagon

This was really Lindsey's car, but she finds this series a little boring, which probably most everyone else does as well. Nonetheless, I started something and my mind just won't let me leave it incomplete... only a couple more to go.

With two kids and only the thought of a third, we decided that we needed something with a few more seats than the Jeep or the Pontiac, but we weren't ready to make the move to the van yet. The Audi had a flip-down back seat so it could technically fit seven people. Although the extra seats came in handy a few times, in reality it was not an adequate substitute for a van... especially when we had to open the trunk to take the kids out of the car.


The Audi was a very well made vehicle, but we found that nobody in Wenatchee is any good at working on foreign vehicles. We have no European car dealers in Wenatchee and we didn't have much luck with the local foreign service shops.

Lindsey still misses her Audi, although she will admit that our current vehicle is more practical. She will always have a place in her heart for all vehicles European.

Years Owned: October 2005 - June 2007

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Fall Photos - by Linz

I took the boys out a couple of times over the past few days for photography practice. It's really tough to get non-blurry photos of boys who never stop moving! Here are a few of my favorites:









Thursday, November 05, 2009

Funny Conversations - by Brad

Lindsey is gone for the weekend and I have the boys to myself for a little while. Here are two conversations that got me laughing this evening.

Spencer: Where's Mom?
Me: She's up in Leavenworth.
Spencer: She's up in HEAVEN?!?






Wesley was goofing around in the car talking in a southern accent and pretending to be someone else. I was indulging him by asking several questions about who he was.

Me: Do you still have that girlfriend?
Wesley: Nope.
Me: What happened?
Wesley: She got selded.

First of all how does Wesley know how to talk in a southern accent, and second, where did we go wrong if he thinks you can sell your girlfriend?

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

"I Can't Breathe" - by Brad

I am reluctant to go to the emergency room with my children. Maybe it is because I don’t want to be an over-protective parent who rushes their kids to the doctor for every little ailment. Maybe it’s because we have been blessed with generally healthy kids. Well, last night I held off as long as I could handle it before I took Elliott.

Elliott has had a fever the last couple days and a croupy cough. Our kids have had croup before and it has never been that big of deal. There were times in the middle of the night were they were having crazy cough attacks, but the attacks would go away within seconds if we simply had them breathe the cold outside air.

Last night around 2:00, Elliott woke up coughing. He came into our room wheezing very hard trying to pull air into his lungs between coughs. We took him outside to see if the normal method would solve his problem. It didn’t work. His throat must have been so inflamed, that combined with a little panic on his part, he couldn’t breathe at all. He looked at us wide-eyes and mouthed the words, "I can't breathe." Once he focused and calmed down, he was able to gasp in a little air and a few minutes later he was able to breathe enough to fall back asleep. Emergency room averted.

To those readers who have had asthma attacks, this probably doesn't sound terribly unique. Nonetheless, our family is not familiar with them.

Elliott was sleeping in our bed so we could hear his breathing and within a half-hour, he was coughing and gasping for air again. Once again he came to the point where he couldn't breathe at all. Seeing the fear in his eyes (again) of not being able to breathe caused me to lose my pride and take him to the emergency room. As Elliott and I got in the car and drove to the E.R., he was gasping for air and for the third time got to the point where he couldn’t breathe.

At the hospital, they diagnosed it very quickly and gave him a breathing treatment for him to inhale for a few minutes. The treatment apparently worked because we came home and he was able to breathe for the rest of the night.

Elliott's inability to breathe was probably caused by two things: an inflamed throat, and a feeling of panic. In hind-sight, if Elliott would have passed out from asphyxiation at home, he might have calmed down in his unconscious state and started breathing on his own, thus not needing the emergency room. Regardless, I am still supporting our E.R. decision that probably prevented us from finding that out.