I didn’t take good pictures today. We had a boring morning waiting for speech therapy. After naps, we got another boulder delivery and Bill and Jonah muscled a rock about three times the size of our other ones in to place in the front yard. I wish we had room for more. 🙂

Luckily, I discovered some more good Trevor-Daddy day pictures from yesterday. Trevor hunts for forklifts and scissor lifts. Except he can’t seem to say “forklift”. He can say “fork” and “lift”, but when he tries to put it together, it comes out like “force lip”.

I got only one cute shot of Brendan lounging in his bed.

We got a new order from the GI doctor to adjust Brendan’s feeding schedule so hopefully he will feel better and vomit less. The nurse on the phone said that their office is inundated with viral stomach illnesses right now and we all hope he is not coming down with something.

Bill had a vacation day from work today to make a nice four day weekend. It turned in to a Trevor-Daddy day, which was nice for everyone. They went to Lowes and Ace Hardware and did some shopping. Late in the afternoon, they did a mountain hike. Trevor loved it.

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Bill spent some time yesterday and today doing the first upgrade to the boys’ jeep. Can you see the difference?

Brendan had a pretty slow day. He and I both were feeling pretty tired and lazy today. We are still battling with throwing up issues, I really wish there was relief for him.

We got a surprise package in the mail today from Beth, Steve, and Glenna. Thanks for the trucks, the boys love them! It was really a nice treat to have a box delivered that was not medical supplies.

Cheese curls! Brendan is not a fan, but he still got covered in cheese dust.

Trevor loves them. He is in a phase now where he likes to ask questions and then also provide the answer. So all afternoon I heard, “More cheese curls?…yes.”

He likes to be very clear when answering questions too. I noticed him making efforts to poop this afternoon, so I asked him if he wanted to go poop in the potty. He says, “No. No way.”
I wait a few more minutes and ask again and he says, “No. No way. Mmm-mmm. No sir.” I didn’t push the issue any further.

I had to take a picture of Brendan’s little curls. His hair likes to curl up if he sweats.

Of all the things we offer, he wants to drink bath water. (And try to dump it on his trach too.)

“Who, me?”

Tonight when I was putting Trevor to bed, I walk out of the room and he starts saying, “no way! no way!” Then he sits up and says “Mommy, come back? Yes. Yes. Of course.” Then he sat in bed yelling “Of course! Of course!”
I couldn’t take it, I had to go back in and rock him for another 20 minutes.