Counting My Blessings

Well today was a rough one.

If Phase 3 was the vomit/mouth sores phase...

perhaps Phase 4 will be known as the constantly hungry and constantly crying phase.

Or perhaps, it will be known as the phase where momma finally cracked.

This is really hard.  And yet, I should be so thankful that we are home and not

in the hospital for Thanksgiving.

Gotta keep focused.

Kean had two therapy sessions today.  It was a nice diversion from what I mentioned above.

 Neither Andrea (Kean's Physical Therapist), nor Momma Gump, his O.T. could get

Keanut to do much walking or working.  We were just happy to get him to

stand on his feet for some time-- and stare at himself.

 The poor boy was unhappy most of the day... his brightest spot

came when daddy got home and took him for a very short motorcycle ride.

If he could talk, he'd say it was way too short.

 We had a surprise visitor tonight... Mark Moomey is home from college.

Mark is like an older brother to the girls... he practically got mauled.

 Mark didn't take it personally that Kean wasn't so impressed.

Kean only seemed to be content watching his favorite little video.

Finally.  Finally he is asleep.

Today has been a particularly long day in an already overly long week.

Tomorrow has to be better, right?

We'll be surrounded by family and yes, we will all be together.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

We have so very much to be thankful for.

I have a long list I'm formulating... and it will start with

the fact we still have one very special little boy in our lives.