Rip roaring and ready to go...back into the hospital?

Did you know that last night was the night Amie turned 2 and 1 month?  Neither did I!

But that didn't stop us from having a much-delayed private invite only birthday party for Amelie, courtesy of the very tres cool Shelley.  

 We busted out the frozen cupcakes from Amelie's birthday, and ordered us some Jet's breadsticks (the go-to junk food around this place).  We figured that if the goal was to fatten up our little golden calf over here, stuffing her with ice cream and pushing cheese covered breadsticks dipped in Ketchup (yeah, me too, ick) at her was the way to go.  Amie loved it, and of course Anya thought it was the best idea EVAH.

Anya's been doing a great job making cards lately, with no help from us.  She's writing from memory for the most part, but she's learning lots of words too.  She is sounding through lots of stuff.  Woo!

Amelie loved the cupcakes by the way.  They were Dee-Vine.

I got home from work today and saw that Anya had this out.  She successfully spelled out her entire name (minus the middle - Quinn) several times in front of me, without mistakes. (she did not have the puzzle frame to help, thank you.  She's mastered that skill)

  Most of the staff of my school can't even do that.  (ooooh, burn!)

I just got done reading "An Abundance of Katherines" by John Green (thanks Jen!), the same author who wrote "The Fault in Our Stars". Both were great, but fault is the best of his so far.  Anyway, the protagonist of Abundance is a kid who anagrams things all over the place.  Reading about that made me want to anagram some, so here's my best shot with Anya's name.

Anya Strzalkowski = Lazy as a stork wink

Tonight's our last night home for a bit, so we had a movie night.  Most of you don't know how little media our kids have encountered, so this is a REALLY rare thing.  The girls of course wanted snacks.  

Tonight Amelie ate:

• Popcorn
• Fruit snacks (x2)
• Ice Cream
• Mac and Cheese
• Peanuts
• Pineapple
• Toast

Apparently, all we need to do to get her to gain weight is to take a few weeks off chemo to get her appetite back.  Hmmmm, there seems to be a problem with that logic, but I'll come up with what it is later.

I asked Shelley what our reading audience needed to know about us being admitted back into the hospital tomorrow, and she responded with some amazing duck lips and said "dunno, going in for chemo".  So yeah, there ya go, from the duck lips of our fearless leader.  Goin' in for Chemo!

As always, the updates pick up greatly when we're in the hospital, because....what else do I have to do than go slowly mad listening to a cacophony of beeps and other random noises.

Night!