can't H O L D this kid D O W N

Seriously? I shouldn't be so shocked, but I am. Caden. Caden. Caden.

He is definitely his daddy's little boy. There is no keeping him down for a second longer than he has to. Yesterday, he was on the verge of dehydration and didn't utter a word all day.

Every sip of water, bite of Jell-o and lick of Otter pop was back up within seconds. It wasn't pretty, either.

The picture yesterday and these today were taken within 24 hours of each other. Actually, more like 18 hours of each other. What a difference a day makes.

After talking to the surgeon, she prescribed some anti-nausea medication that Jim picked up on the way home from work. Initially, even that didn't work. We were concerned. Quite concerned.

We finally got the meds in him last night and he slept most of the night. This morning, he's ready to go. I can't hold him down. The only way we could get meds in him {this entire week} was bribery and it worked. He wanted this little Air Force dress-up uniform, he got it. Until this morning, he just looked at it. Today, it's on.

You know Caden's back to feeling good when he's changing clothes again.

Of course, Coleman is thrilled to have his brother back. I told Caden to lay down. Coleman said, "Mom- he's fine. We're going to play." They took off for a quick bike ride around the block and are now playing Legos. He can't possibly keep up this pace all day? Can he?

The big boys are back. Ty's camp was disappointing, but his {pinky} finger is fine. Justin had a great camp and has that smile you can't get off his face.

Both boys were most excited for their own beds. It doesn't matter how thick the air mattress is- sleeping on a gym floor is still a gym floor.