Heavy Metal

Oh to be a kid again.

The girls set up the massive Slip n' Slide in our yard

this afternoon-- and the kids came flocking.

Kean was in heaven.

Holland (and his other sisters) sure are good with him.

 They all vie to see who gets to slide with the boy.

He loves it and I chalk it up as time spent building up those

skinny ankles and working out.

 You'd think he'd build up a huge appetite.

Um, no.

Stupid Chemo he takes on Wednesdays makes

everything taste metallic.

He won't eat much of anything.

Case in point, tonight and last night for dinner,

the only thing I could get him to eat was

bacon beef jerky.

 Really.  Oh, that and chocolate milk with tons

of raw cornstarch to keep his body from 

crashing over his lack of food.

 I don't know what I will do with myself when

all this stress over Chemo and its side effects

is over.

We are getting there.