Excellent boys

Allan had PT this morning. Miss Julie hadn't seen him for two weeks and she was VERY impressed with him. He is able to support himself in the crawling position and rock back-and-forth, preparing to move forward (you may recall that Griffith was stuck in neutral For.Ever. with the rocking). We practiced crawling with just a little help and he really was getting the hang of it. Even better, he was so pleased with himself that it was ridiculous. He doesn't crow like his brother, but gets this little smirk.

We are still working on how to get down into crawling position from sitting and how to get back to sitting from crawl, but he has the basic idea and just needs to figure out the details (the devil is in the details -- right now he tends to flop or face plant instead of lowering himself gracefully). We have a meeting next week of all of his therapists to review his plan of care and to develop goals going forward. In preparation for that, Julie has been reviewing her notes and says that in six months, Allan has made six months' worth of progress which is apparently pretty impressive. You hope to make some progress, but not necessarily progress equal to the time spent. Big Al is doing great, though, and you can tell that she is as delighted with him as if he were her own child.

Griffith was about not able to stand all the attention Allan was getting. He could not be distracted -- not by me, not by Flora, not by other toys. He wanted the zebra that Allan was playing with. Desperately. Squirmed. Kicked. Howled. Pounded his head in to the floor. Once PT was over, Julie was filling out paperwork, Allan was playing with someone else, and I released Griffith to roam at will. He immediately headed for the zebra, picked it up and waved it at Julie as if to say, got it. Single-minded determination. As you can see, he is applying this determination to scaling the baby gate in to the kitchen. He hasn't quite got it worked out yet, but he has the general idea -- pull yourself up, hook your toes in the gaps in the gate and push yourself up. He's going to vault over on to his hard little head before too long. I would like to say "that'll teach him" but I am pretty sure it won't.