Hanging in there...

Just a quick note to let you know that, as of early this afternoon, Ellie is holding her own...and holding food down! She's not doing cartwheels around the room or anything, and it's not been the easiest day...but she is hanging in there. Kathy changed the dressing on her broviak this morning, so that hard thing is out of the way. Ellie's stomach has hurt almost continually today, but she keeps taking in small bits of food, and she had maybe a half hour where she was sitting up and smiling. She is right this minute curled up in a ball sleeping next to me on the bed. (The half hour of happy time wore her out.) Again I am amazed at how easy it is to rest in God minute to minute as I put one foot in front of the other... and pretty soon a whole day is over and we made it through!

Mom called just a while ago - she and Gary have Ethan for a couple of days - and she said that Ethan is just cracking her up.

Ethan came in the room with a baby doll and said “Gramma, I’m her daddy. I’m gunna fight Papa but I won’t die ‘cause Papa’s an old daddy.”
Gary walks in the room and Ethan says, “I’m her daddy and you’re an old daddy.”
Gary: “Well, do you know what an old daddy is called?”
Ethan: “No.”
Gary: “Papa! or sometimes Papi!”
Ethan: “Okay, come on, let’s fight.”

Another one from today:
“Gramma, I did something very bad, but it’s under control.”

Ahhh...life with a four-year-old!