Good Evening,

 I just realized that the update I wrote last week didn’t get posted to the page.  It was a really neat one.  I am sure I told it to post because it isn’t even in my drafts any more (bummer).  I will check with Rick and see if he can find it before I try to recreate it.  It was about Sharmi telling us at dinner about her sitting on Jesus lap, up in heaven as if she really had done it.  It was a special post.  I have no doubt that the devil enjoyed messing that one up.  I’ll try to recreate it if Rick can’t help.

Well, the current update is that everyone is “healthy,”  as healthy as we get in this household.  It is the calm before the storm.  Sharmi goes in on Tuesday again for a doctors appointment and chemo, which includes sedation this time (I hate those days).  She also begins another week of steroids so we will start that misery all over again.  

Two weeks ago I took her for her first dentist appointment.  She did really well all-in-all.  However, the highlight of her trip was on the way down.  She diligently looked for red cars and shouted, “LOOK MOM, that car is the same color as your HAIR.”  Then she would laugh hysterically.  She unfortunately was correct.  I went to get a blond and red weive in my hair and five hours later it was red.  After my hair had peach stripes on top and was a sandy gray color on the bottom we decided to see what I would look like as a red head.  The first few days it was really bright.  It really did resemble a shiny new car.  When I came home after just getting it done Sharmi starting laughing immediately and said, “mommy, your hair is funny, your hair is funny.”  Fortunately it has mellowed out a little bit and it looks pretty nice now. 

Chantel seems to be doing better.  She is growing so fast.  She took her first steps last Sunday when my parents were here.  We were all hanging out in Sharmi’s room and she took two steps from my mom over to me all by herself.  I unfortunately have to take mom’s word for it, because I missed it.    She got her forth tooth last Friday night, and she is also becoming quite the talker.  She surprises me with a 3 or 4 word sentence at least once a week.  This week she was dropping her stuffed animals from her crib after her nap.  Down went her little lamb and she said, “ah oh, wher i go?”  It was very impressive.  I think it was even clear enough that someone else could have heard it.    Maybe. 

Well, Dean and I are going to do a rare thing for us.  We are actually going to watch a movie together. 

Good Night,

Cheris