Johnathon went with Pooh and I to the doctor this morning. He was very good, but I think he was less than enthusiastic about his baby sister being poked and prodded. In fact, after the breathing treatment was over, (during which she cried her little eyes out) he said, "It's hard to watch when a family member gets hurt -- especially when you can't do anything about it."

I asked him if he was okay and he said he was, but he looked really sad.

He is so sensitive and loves his sister so much! And I think Pooh has the best brother in the universe!