We had a great time last night at dinner with the in-laws and everyone. Peter had soo much fun with his cousin Blake, who loves him. He ate lots of bread (thanks Blake
), some rice pilaf and some icecream (thanks Blake & Daddy, just what the kid needed...dairy.
)Today I am locking myself in my bedroom...and DH will entertain Peter...and I'm going through all the clothes. OK, I have to wash most of them first, but then I'm dumping most of them, because I don't wear them, they don't fit, or I don't like them. I came to this conclusion...when Peter wasn't eating well, I was still giving him a bottle of formula. The Dr. told me, well, why should he eat food, if he knows he's gonna get a bottle of formula? So I stopped the formula and he started eating better. It hit me last night (after a day of feeling extremely fat) that I need to get rid of all those clothes, because next season, then I won't have any...I'll have to lose weight so I can buy new smaller clothes!
That's the jist...Peter's crying...

Hang in there.

You can tell in her pics that things are evening out. When are they doing the next CT scan? Hope he gets to release her soon!