I think I might actually post today. It's one of those days. I just got back from borrowing Kerry's vacuum, our central vac doesn't reach the basement bedroom and I haven't wanted to buy one so I occasionally borrow my sister's vacuum. She lives across the street which is really convenient. On my way back from across the street Ingrid came running up to me paniking that Greta couldn't breathe and was choking on something. I ran to the backyard where a birthday party was taking place for our neighbor and proceeded to help dislodge her butterscotch candy. My neighbor Mark was right there with good suggestions. We tried milk, it came back up, so did the root beer from the party next door. She was screaming so I knew she could breathe. I tried 911 for suggestions. They wanted to send an ambulance until I assured them she was breathing and that I needed help getting the candy to move on.

Something Mark did helped and she stopped crying and then I started crying. Let's just say that I am glad she can breathe and that she is ok.

I might just post a few photos if I can remember how.