... she didn't.
Somehow, someway, eating only 16-20 ounces a day, I managed to gain six ounces from last week. Thursday morning, when the nurse came, I made sure to save up my poop until after she weighed me. I also decided to eat 190 cc's (almost six and a half ounces) right before she walked in the door. So my input was A LOT more than my output at the moment she weighed me. I'm smart like that.
Mom says to tell you I'm doing a little better with solids. I told her I didn't want to talk about it. She said I better tell you, and she used her mean voice, so fine. Whatever. I'm doing better with solids, blah, blah, blah. Basically she means I'm not clamping my mouth as tight as I was last week. And sometimes I'll take a half an ounce of yogurt or peas or carrots, but not consistently. We tried peaches for the first time the other day, and I haven't decided yet. Mom really likes peaches. Dad thinks they're totally gross. I haven't decided whose side I'm on yet. Mom says I can side with Dad if I want to but that I better remember who gets all the poopy off my butt and plays with me all day... "if I know what's good for me," she says.
Somebody better call Social Services. She's been in quite the mood the last couple days.
Kathryn came yesterday afternoon and helped us get out of the house. Where do you think Mom chose to go?
That's right, Target.
Kathryn got her flu shot after Mom's recommendation. Mom got hers there this past Monday. It's really easy. You just go fill out a form (just like you would for a prescription), go do your shopping, and then they call you back, and it takes about five minutes. Mom said it didn't hurt at all, but she's a liar. I had to get two. They hurt. Don't believe her. She sits on a throne of lies.
I'm also napping like a champ this week. I've taken two to three hour naps every day this week except on Monday and Friday when we were running around. Mom says, "Glory Hallelujah! Thank you, Jesus." I don't see what the big deal is. She tends to be overdramatic.
Anyway, you guys asked for an update, so I hijacked Mom's blog to appease the people.
We're having an uneventful weekend, just hanging around the house. We really want to make it to church tomorrow, but it's always touch and go (will I eat? will my dressings be too messed up? will I poop all over my leg bandages warranting immediate dressing change? will I have a gusher right before we walk out the door?) with me. But I miss
Hope you guys are having a good weekend too.
(Mom says she wants to decorate the house for Halloween, so we may be making another Target run. I really like Target. Mom's so glad. She was afraid I was going to be a Walmart boy. And she knew she just couldn't handle that... She says she won't have to disown me now.)