Yeah, I got killed. I chose Duke to go all the way.
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In better news, my father is two treatments away from being finished with radiation treatments. Hooray! Remember when I wrote that the radiation was more of a "just-in-case" afterthought than anything else? Yeah, that was a little overly optimistic on my part. Radiation, while not as drawn out as chemo, hasn't been all that kind to my dear papa. We're all pretty happy to see those treatments drawing to an end.
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Heather has been adding new foods to her repertoire every 5-7 days. (This is how often our doctor recommended that we wait between new food introductions. Heaven forbid I do anything with this girl that is not strictly in keeping with professional counsel). Now in addition to rice cereal and carrots, she's eating green beans, butternut squash, barley cereal, oat cereal, and little pieces of white bread that I give her on the two evenings per night that find me actually cooking dinner. She gnaws on the bread, which curbs her impatience at being stuck in the chair. Since I made this little discovery, dinnertime has been more pleasant for all of us.
Incidentally, every time I think about the fact that I only cook an average of two nights a week, I just have to wonder what those of us who don't get our food from little jars subsist on for the other five. We generally eat out or get take-out once on the weekends, and we have Sunday dinner with Eric's parents quite frequently. Still, that leaves three other nights primarily unaccounted for. I know we're not fasting.
Of course, now that I think of it, my dinner last night consisted of tortilla chips and guacamole, and I think I remember Eric heating up one of his two specialities (Specialty #1 is ramen noodles, with or without an egg mixed in. Specialty #2 is tomato soup with mozzarella cheese melted into the mix).
(Why is it that whenever I post something like I posted here, I am suddenly seized by a fit of wanting to blog all the time? Weird.)