Taco's

This morning didn't start out so well for Ashton. As he put it "I feel like crap". Anyone who knows him knows that this isn't normal language for him. He still didn't have an appetite and was grumpy that we made him eat a very small bowl of cereal. (Can you say tough love? :) ). He is just not going to heal if he doesn't have "fuel in his tank", as Mary, one of the Nurse Practioners, told him. As the day went on his attitude got better. Then he said a taco sounded good. So we wasted no time and he and Ray headed out to get a taco. And he ate the whole thing. Woo hoo. After that little excursion he took a little rest. We are now outside on the patio enjoying the beatiful weather. There's nothing better than fresh air to belp you feel better. (Although at the moment Ashton disagrees with us.)