I'm pretty happy right now, all things considered. It's been nice to NOT have to give The Boy his nupagen shots, and he's been doing really, really well. Today, for instance, he ate like a little piggy: half a pancake, a bowl of oatmeal and a bowl of cottage cheese mixed with jelly for breakfast, with half a glass of juice to boot. In addition, he's been crawling around, and cruising around, and playing with everything in the universe at the same time.
The Boy came with my father and me to my concert last night. He was a big hit - my students agreed that he is really handsome and cute. He got scared by the 6th grade band. I'm not entirely sure if it was because the sound was too loud or because the percussionists were out of rhythm. I suspect it was the latter. He made it through the first two bands before falling asleep (G-d only knows how).
Busy rest of the week. Tonight I have a caroling gig in Livingston, then a school thing for Molly on Wednesday, then a rehearsal while The Wife has a concert on Thursday, then The Boy starts chemo on Friday morning.
Hope he's out by Christmas. I want to put my tree up soon, before my mother in law gets here. It annoys her when the tree is up, which makes it that much more fun for me.