The last little bit I have been watching America's Test Kitchen on Netflix. My kids complain when I turn it on, but I know they actually like it; especially Oliver. I looked over one day and I saw Oliver all cuddly with the blanket watching it and I thought it was cute. He also loves to help me cook, so who knows, maybe he will be our little chef.
Thomas wearing the sorting hat while drawing; we are getting excited about our Harry Potter party this coming week!
Some sidewalk chalk.
So my apt with the specialist was a week later and I was able to get Peter to gain 6oz in one week, I did give him some whipping cream and many other things to pack on the weight. I was hoping with that gain I could convince them I was on the right track and that would be it, but after two hours of talking, and asking me every detail since he was born, and making a diet plan we were almost off when they needed a eurine sample and he never went since they put on that little bag to catch it, so I had to wait another hour. And we will be seeing that Dr monthly until they are satisfied. They were really good Drs and I really liked them but about time we were done I was emotionally exhausted and cried all the way home. I don't know why this whole thing got to me, but it did. And now I have been feeding this kid non stop, I feel like it's a full time job trying to pack the calories in. They want me to add oils and butter to his diet, along with formula feedings with extra powder, but so far this kid hasn't liked me adding the "fatty" things, so that's been fun, but now he's liking the formula. I know it's not a big deal, but it's just another thing on my mind and I guess it's just been an emotional and physically tiring year.