Summer and fall

Summer of 2012 was fun. Henry was feeling pretty good, except for steroid weeks. He loved to take his chemotherapy every evening. At first, we would crush up the pills and put it in peanut butter, but as he grew older, he wanted to take them as pills. Every Wednesday he would get one type, every night of the week he would get another. He never minded taking medicine. Even his steroids, which he described as "spicey" he would swallow, then drink some milk afterwards.

Henry also had to have shots. He had a blood clot from where his central line was, so daily, he would get a shot to thin his blood just a little bit. You would help give his shots sometimes. Henry liked the days you helped. He didn't mind the shots too much either, at least for a while. He was a pretty tough brave guy.

 As the year continued, we still spent many days in clinic. You loved going to clinic. You two would play on the beds, play with the beds, and eat Jell-O.  You would hold his hand while he was getting poked, but mostly you two played.

And the summer went on... we went to the air show.

 And we took a trip to Newport.

 

And camped.

 We would spend time touring fire stations, because Henry loved fire trucks, fire engines, fire stations, fire helmets, fire men... he loved it.

You started four year old preschool.

 In October, we went to the pumpkin patch.