Ready for the weekend

I remember the days when Friday afternoon meant happy hour, a nice dinner out, socializing with friends. These days Fridays are pretty much like any other day except Flora isn't coming tomorrow. Oh well.
It has been kind of a long week. Allan is getting over his cold, but he tends to cough at night. The pediatrician is anti-cough syrup so the little fellow has to hack it out. So, not so much sleep for him or for us. Plus, the little guy had five doctor's appointments this week so he was pretty worn out most of the time. The upshot of all of those exams is that he's doing very well -- his pupil seems to be dilating more, the contact seems to be a pretty good fit, his "peg" has healed nicely and seems to be working as it should. All-in-all good reports.
Griffith is doing very well, too. He's gotten so big. He's eating cereal now and seems very proud of himself. He has learned to squeal which he thinks is about the funniest thing in the world. Especially when he flings his arms and legs simultaneously. He really has the hang of the whole turning himself over thing and can manage to stay seated for a few seconds before doing the Leaning Tower of Pisa off to the side.
No progress has been made toward Xmas photos. I wanted to take one last night - Allan was wailing because I laid him down which I had to do because Griffith had spit up all over himself and the surrounding three square feet. Griffith was furious because he was covered in spit up and I wasn't moving fast enough to address his issue. Not very picturesque but fairly representative of what we have to deal with. If Jay hadn't had the camera in his car, I would have done it.
(That's really unfair. After both boys were cleaned up, they were angels all night and we hung out upstairs, read books and snuggled. Just when you start to think "are there no orphanages? are there no work houses?, they turn sweet and cute and you hang on for another day.)