Erin Go Bragh!

Happy St. Patrick's Day. I, myself, am not Irish, but my sweet (albeit bubble-headed) former Mother-in-Law was 100% Irish. So my girls both have a healthy dose of the Irish in them. So here's to the heritage that Ann O'Reilly Nelson has given my girls. Long live Ireland!

Katie is hitting the worst part of the recuperation from her surgery. Her throat hurts horribly, the pain meds only help marginally and she is not eating. At the hospital, she was 5'8" and 121 lbs fully dressed. She just doesn't have much body fat to support her through this. Her Dad went and got her some 'Weight Gain 2000' protein shakes and is trying to get her to sip a little off and on thru the day. He has bought every thing possible that she might eat, but after one or two bites the pain stops her. The good news is that in the next few days she will turn the corner and start feeling better. Oh, and her tongue is numb and she can't taste anything. That isn't helping.

Chris worked yesterday so it was just me and Levi. We went to Home Depot, loaded up the van with flowers and got one flower bed all done. Then we took nets and caught minnows in the pond to feed to Steve. This time we did not bring Steve a polywog. We will leave those to become bullfrogs, safe from predator-ic turtles. (Predatory? Predacious??? Yeah, I done been to college...) Poor Levi was falling asleep before dinner time again. He makes up for it by eating a lot during the day so I am not too worried, but then again, he was wearing a size 12 month shorts yesterday. At 4.75 years old, the kid is 43 inches tall and 37 pounds. Just like Katie. And every inch is muscle. Where do they get that?

We got confirmation that the 'big meeting' for PBJ happened on Thursday. We just don't know what the outcome was or what it means to our adoption. We are anxiously waiting for news today. I don't know what is worse. No news, or just a little hint of news. I think I'll just go back to banging my head on the wall for the time being......wham, wham, wham.