Well, I just got in the door. When I got there we went and got something for Joy to eat. About the time we picked up the food she got the call that said to go to recovery. So we went in - he was already eating a popcycle. After a fashion we got up to his room and got him settled, ate and then kept feeding Wilbur. The kid was STARVED. This is the first he's eaten all week without throwing up or just refusing to eat. He played with a couple frogs they gave him - he figured out if he threw it against the bed it would bounce kind of cool. Of course I held Walter quite a bit. When I left Wilbur was eating more supper. I hope she manages ok over night. I'll get up and go back in the morning to take them home. He knows he feels some what better but he sure hates the IV and the medication.