Mom had to go out of town last week so that's why it has been so long between posts. Dad, the boys and Flora were on their own for 3 days and fared very well. The only thing is that Griffith has turned in to a real Momma's boy and follows me around and cries when he can't find me. I guess he figures that he'd better keep an eye on me. You never know when she'll be gone for days on end.
Julie (PT) and Edie (OT/Speech) were very impressed with how much progress Allan continues to make. He's noticeably stronger, more energetic and more vocal. We always knew he had it in him. He just needed a little more energy to be able to act on it.
Allan loves to play on the therapy ball. As soon as you sit him on it he starts to bounce his bottom up and down. He does great balancing and shifting so that he doesn't fall over. The love of bouncing extends to whenever he is sitting on your lap. Just like his brother, he loves to "ride the horsey" and bucks and kicks to make you keep on doing it. He also loves a new game that we have developed that we like to call "Oh, no, the baby's gonna fall!" This involves Allan sitting on my leg and being slung left, right and center, back and forth, side to side. All the while saying "oh, no, the baby's going to fall!" and "someone help the baby!" and other nonsense. He can't get enough of that. In fact, today we did it so much that he spit up all over the place. That's the price you pay for a good time.

Allan is also making more sounds these days and he and Griffith sometimes get in to real shouting matches. The first of many. Allan also likes to shout whenever Griffith is asleep. It is uncanny how he gets completely loud and tuned up when you most want him to be quiet. Still, I feel a little bad shushing him since he has worked so hard to become vocal.

The boys had a good time in the tub together, but giving them a bath at the same time is definitely a two-person operation. Still, considering the amount of water that they throw on the kitchen floor, the bath tub makes sense. Unless the floor needs mopping, in which case, two birds, one stone and all.

Griffith still refuses to walk without holding on to something - even if it is only lightly. Several times he has caught himself standing without assistance and he drops immediately to his knees.

The guys have begun sleeping through the nights again. We don't know how long it will last, but we are ready to ride it out as long as possible. They both slept until nearly 10 this morning. I would like to report that Jay and I got a lot done, but all we accomplished was laying in bed, dozing and wondering when our luck was going to end (about 9:38, roughly). It was good while it lasted and while Dad went to do some work, the boys and I went for a run with the jogging stroller. The effort of encouraging me apparently wore Griff out because he promptly passed out for an hour as soon as we got home. Allan, of course, slept for the entire jog and so he was fired up and ready to roll when we got home. I swear, they NEVER sleep at the same time for me.

That pretty much gets every one updated. Oh, I almost forgot, KK sent the cute Cubs outfits to balance out the Cardinals gear from Aunt Michele. I'm not sure how we can play this to our advantage, but I see trips to St. Louis and Chicago in the near future.