Sam is slowly appearing to recover...today he's eaten more than he's eaten in like a week. I'm so happy my baby is getting better! Granted, he eats small portions at a time, which is fine - don't want to overwhelm the stomach with too much too soon - but he is eating, which is a whole lot better than not. So the medicine appears to be doing well.
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I don't mind spending time with the family, but there are certain things I wish we'd (read: them) avoid bringing up, because it just sets my teeth on edge (see previous post about spending a day with brother and SIL and whoo-boy, were the racist/nasty comments flying - my brother flat out uses the N word, for example). Ergo, I have to have limited time or else I'll get tetchy and my brain-to-mouth filter will fail spectacularly.
I feel sorry for my nephew, actually, growing up in that kind of environment. I was sad to hear last night that his wish list includes an M-4, which is apparently a type of heavy-duty gun. I know boys like that kind of stuff, but sheesh. I'm so sick of hearing about guns anymore I just don't want anything to do with them.
But other than that, he was an interesting kid to talk to. Very articulate for a ten-year-old, if still plenty naive.
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