The fellas have had a pretty good weekend so far. We thought we might get a walk in yesterday, but it turned cold and snowy before we got the chance so we are home-bound again until the weather breaks.
Griffith has been trying to pull on up the chairs and the sofa. He hasn't quite succeeded but we have had to drop the mattress down on his crib. Which accounts for the Attica photo. I haven't put the bumper down yet, but I am going to have to. Griff rolls and flips and flops so much in his sleep that he keeps bonking his noggin and getting his legs stuck out in between the slats. Which is all very cute and funny except when it happens at 5 a.m.
He still hasn't managed to find forward on the crawling - not that it keeps him from getting away from me. I went to the kitchen for something yesterday and came back to the living room and couldn't find him. There is no plausible explanation for how I lost a kid who can't even crawl in a 20 by 20 room. Fortunately Griff peeped up and I located him over between the couch and the coffee table. I'm pretty sure that won't be the last time he makes my heart stop like that.
Allan has grown another new tooth. His fifth (Griffith still has only the bottom two.) He did very well with his speech therapy on Friday. We are working on a little facial massage and some different ways of holding the spoon to try to help him build up a little more pep on the eating. He had a good time yesterday and ate carrots and plums with apples. No bananas, though. I don't know what I am going to do with the bananas. We are going to try a cup next week. The bottle-feeding ship may have sailed. And, apparently, according to Miss Edie, bottle feeding is not a life skill. (Tell that to the good folks at Guinness.) As you can see from the photo, Big Al is doing much better with his head and neck strength and seems to enjoy the attention from the (female) therapists.
Dad was gone on a trip this weekend and the boys decided to act a little bit rowdy. I guess Griffith got bored with the hundreds of toys strewn across the living room floor and decided it would be more fun to picking on Allan -- poking and kicking him. Allan howled like he was being stuck with a hot poker (he was faking). I moved Griffith and distracted him with a toy -- only to have him howl in a minute or two because he was close enough for Allan to kick him. Last night I had them both in bed with me and was feeding Griffith, trying to get him to go to sleep. Allan was lying beside me on the bed and I finally had to move him because he kept whacking his brother on the head and waking him up. He looks innocent, but he is sneaky. And can carry a grudge.
Things are pretty peaceful right now. Griffith is taking his first nap in two days. (Oh, crap. He, no kidding, just rolled over and opened his eyes. I can not believe that I just jinxed myself.) Allan has been admiring himself in the mirror for about 30 minutes. Maybe if we all sit very quietly, Griff will go back to sleep.