In an effort to update the blog often, I am going to try to post something everyday. Since this is going to require more effort I have put into it in the past I am starting in the morning and there may be more than one post in a day.

Let's see. The weekend is done and I do not remember where most of it went. Angela's leg is still swollen and causing a lot of pain. Christina is trying to give her support to mommy and often hits Angela's leg in trying.

Christina is still very much a Daddy's girl lately. Christina has her moments of, it is now mommy time, and nothing else will do. Especially at bedtime.

Just as I wake up and look at the clock; I think to myself, I will get up, make coffee, get Christina's meds made, and then I can sit with a cup of coffee peacefully listening to the quiet.NOT!!!

Christina has a sense for when someone is trying to relax. It is her duty as a child to stop that from happening. I managed to get the coffee started and the meds are done. Figured I would post before going in to get the lil' princess.

Morning.

Quote from “the Smoking Man”

(a.k.a. Cancer Man, Cigarette Man, Cigarette Smoking Man)


“Life is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that no one ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So, you’re stuck with mostly undefinable whipped mint crap, mindlessly wolfed down when there’s nothing else to eat while you’re watching the game. Sure, once in a while you get a peanut butter cup or an English toffee but it’s gone too fast and the taste is fleeting. In the end, you’re left with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth shattering nuts, which if you are desperate enough to eat leaves nothing but an empty box of useless brown paper wrappers.” As said by Smoking Man on the X-Files.

Christina up early again. I am so sleepy.

Quick made meds and a quick post before going to get her. Ready for a morning to sleep in.

Christina's eye appointment went well. No new news, which means no bad news. They dialated her eyes and of course no one likes that.

The car ride went well there and Christina cried on the way home. Angela had a tough time in the car with her sore leg. I felt bad for both of them.

Christina is still down for a nap and it is time to get dinner started.