What It's Like Around Here

Usually I'm one of those moms who makes one meal. If you don't like it, you're on your own. Eat it or else. Until now. Carter's tummy hurts from his meds and he has a hard time eating, especially breakfast. The other day we began with yogurt and granola, no go. Next it was one bite of peanut butter and jelly toast before tossing it to the side. So we tried scrabbled eggs with cheese, but the bottoms were over cooked (rude) so we had to make a second batch. Bingo. We had a winner. Today the ritual began with French Toast that was quickly dismissed. A couple fried eggs were next and, believe it or not, were so well received that three more were requested (sunny side up). Yay, he ate! Am I a saint, or what?

Carter doing his own stretches

Recovering from the stretches

And, as always, smiling when I say "cheese" even if he really doesn't want to

Let's recap physical therapy, shall we?

It's getting harder

His knee is getting tighter

He can be a bit grumpy

But he still loves joking around with Don

And playing on his iPhone, see it there on the bed?

Time for a measurement... and encouragement from Don

You've almost reached your goal, Carter, stay strong. You can do it!