This post is for Grandma Weber. I know it's no fun to check the blog only to see the same post from several days ago, especially when you miss someone.I'm not looking forward to Friday's MRI. Aidan hates needles and hospitals and doctors/nurses. Can't blame him... I'm not really thrilled with them right now myself.
We did some crown folding with paper the other day. I love my Aidan.
He earned Alfie. Who hasn't left his side much since.
Jace's messy face. I always want to kiss those cheeks! They are irresistible!
Cute little stinker.
Jacen's tests start soon. Thankfully not until the MRI for Aidan is over.
My sweet boy is exactly that. Sweet and taking what's happening to him with patience. Those working with him (if they aren't trying to poke him with a needle) and Jace keep saying they are the happiest boys they have worked with. They are used to major aggression and anger issues. And are pleasantly surprised to work with such "just thrilled to be here" boys. 
I can see the change in Aidan, though. Especially in photos. He looks so unhealthy. It breaks my heart, knowing he's suffering like this. I kept trying to tell the doctors he looked sick to me... like death. They told me I was worrying too much.
Running, his way of teasing me as I'm trying to take photos of him.
All the Thomas shirts suddenly became too small. I purchased some new ones, and he really likes this Cranky shirt. I think it's the coolest one too.
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