N's weight this morning was 90.6 lbs. He had already eaten breakfast. So, this weight is not quite accurate.
N spent all day Saturday resisting and restricting. He wasn't angry on the outside, but I could see it simmering below the surface. He had tears several times. I tried to get him to go play outside, but he was also isolating himself. At the end of the day, T and my Dad gave him a healing blessing. I'm not sure N wanted the blessing (I'm not always sure that he wants to be healed). But I felt like, just like we couldn't wait for him to want to eat, I couldn't also expect him to want to get better/want a blessing to get better. Hopefully, I have enough faith for both of us to make up the difference.