Beckett woke up this morning coughing and congested, so I called a sub. We called the nurse practitioner at Stanford who suggested we take him to the pediatrician. I was a little hesitatant as his regular pediatrician is on maternity leave (Dr. Walker who we LOVE), but we saw a great doctor. She thought he had sinusitis so he got another round of antibiotics so we'll see if he is able to kick it. Of course, chemo compromises his immune system so it might take awhile.
He took a three hour nap when we got home and just woke up, smiling and happy. (Since Beckett had woken up ready to go at 4:15 this morning, I decided to avoid laundry and take one too.)
Then this:
He wanted me to turn on the lights on his toy truck (Hess truck--thanks grandpa Oscar!). I told him the light was broken (no batteries--which I didn't tell him). He looked at me and said "ba-ry" Now, how did he know that?
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