Kean is on a bit of a bender this weekend.
He's not eating... well, perhaps eating the way he normally does.
For breakfast this morning, he refused to eat-- that is, until and unless
Reesey was feeding him his blueberry waffles.
Then for lunch he turned his nose up at just about everything...
everything that is but a big, fat dill pickle.
He ate the whole thing.
Gotta love how this Chemo alters the ol' taste buds.
Oh, one more thing... we were painting the girls fingernails
and couldn't resist giving Kean a little splash of color.
Thanks to our friends the Borup's who watched Kean tonight,
the rest of us went to my parent's house to celebrate my brother's 50th birthday.
His actual birthday was last month but we were waiting for decent weather
to celebrate with all my cousins.
My brother Doug, is the oldest of all the grandchildren--
the first of many to fall over that 50th cliff.
Guess who's next month?
Byron!
Crazy. We are way too young for this.
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