Keanut is finally feeling better... just in time to go to the hospital
tomorrow and get zapped with Chemo.
I swear, it never ends.
Tonight at dinner, Reese graced us with her "rock star" presence.
Byron has started calling her "Soul Surfer"... 'cause we caught her
not too long ago pretending to surf with her arm stuffed in her shirt--
just like it had been bitten off by a shark.
That girl and her crazy imagination!
Holland took Kean for a little pre-bedtime swim.
The two of them should sleep well tonight.
Good thing, we have a big day tomorrow.
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