The boys seem to have done pretty well with the move although each refuses
to acknowledge the other. We were so excited to reintroduce the boys to each other night one gave us the least bit of satisfactionm(I know, I know, welcome to the rest of my life!)
Allan was absolutely wide awake. He looked up. He looked down. He looked left and right. Did not look at his brother --not even once. Griffith, for his part, would not even open his eyes. Clamped them shut and it was almost as if you could hear him saying, "I AM AN ONLY CHILD, I AM AN ONLY CHILD, I AM AN ONLY CHILD." He closed his eyes so tightly that there was little hope that he would give in to reality.
I have to tell a story on myself. I gave Jennifer such a hard time about shooting water up Allan's nose. So tonight we are there to tend to Allan who has had sort of a long week. All of a sudden he is dropping his sats in to the 30's (which he never does). Jenny had to bag him and we are all distressed because he doesn't do that any more. Yeah, turns out I had accidentally disconnected his oxygen when I was putting away his laundry. (I have no business trying to raise a child. At least there was no one to blame but me.