flotsam and jetsam

Things have been happening here day and night, night and day.  Day and day and night and day, but mostly day because that's when stuff happens.  Except when you get up in the middle of the night because you really shouldn't have eaten that questionable taco that had been left out for an indeterminate amount of time.

The compassion of siblings.

One of Eve's Chemo Angels sent the kids a package the other day with some gifts in it, including three Mickey Mouse lollipops from Disneyland. I let Dan and Nat have first dibs at the candy, Daniel choosing the green and Natalie choosing purple, leaving Eve with the orange pop.

Eve was not happy with this. She is used to getting what she wants when she wants it. And she wanted purple.

Eve: I want purple!
Nat: You get orange. The purple is mine.
Eve: NO! I WANT PURPLE!
Dan: Eve, Natalie has purple. You can have the orange.
Eve: I want green!
Dan: Green is mine.
Eve: I WANT GREEN!
Dan: Eve, when it's your birthday, I will give you an orange lollipop and a green lollipop.
Nat: Yeah! When it's your birthday, I'll give you an orange lollipop and a green lollipop, too.

-pause-

Nat: But first- it's not your birthday.

She can point her fingers AND do the twist.

Totally cute, right? Eve got this outfit (sans Dan's slippers) in the mail from one of her Chemo Angels. I'm not quite sure when I'm allowed to wash it since she doesn't want to take it off. "I'm a bow-wa-weena!"

And I'm hoping we'll get through the last chemo without any side-effects like neuropathy (or the slappy-foot). Look at her! She can go up, go down, get back up and turn around!



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