The update - August 23

We've had a great week.

Allan had his renal ultrasound today to make sure that he didn't have any problem with kidney stones (a concern because he is on diuretics). No surprise -- he is very nearly perfect in every way. The only funny thing was when the radiologist came blowing in and told me that Allan's kidney and bladder were growing great and looked wonderful. Super. Of course, we never even knew to worry about that, but, okay, we'll cross that off the list.

Allan did great with his PT with Miss Julie this morning. He's doing well with getting from sitting in to crawl position and with holding himself up (as you can see). Lots of things they tried for the first time, he nailed right off the bat. He's such a little show off. He'll do a trick and then smirk and shove his thumb in to his mouth. Smoke 'em if you got 'em, as they say.

Griff has figured out how to climb up in the arm chairs and on the couch. He's a regular little mountain goat, really. Unfortuately, he hasn't quite mastered coming down yet. So far, we have a bump on the forehead and next to his right eye. Not clear on when social services intervenes.

Griff is so much fun. He loves to play "chase." He will head off at a dead sprint for the nearest corner and then turn and giggle until you come and tickle him and then he chases you back across the floor. We must run a mile between the living room and the dining room, chuckling the whole way. Goof ball.

Griff got put in time out today for swatting his brother. Jay reports that he was inconsolable while he was penned up, but got out and came directly over to Allan and laid his head on him. Then, Jay claims (I wasn't here, can't dispute it) that he kissed Allan. Probably just a prelude to smacking him again, but we take what we can get around here.

Allan is now up to 16 teeth officially. For those of you keeping score, you only have 20 baby teeth. I hope he does as well with his multiplication tables and his prayers as he does with the growing of the hair and the teeth. Griffith has a mouthful, too, but he is about at 14 or 15 (feel free to come over and try to figure it out. It is more treacherous that putting your head in the lion's mouth as far as I am concerned. )

Who knows what the weekend holds? Miss Miranda is supposed to baby sit tomorrow night while Mom and Dad go drink, eat and dance for charity. Then we have a new girlfriend meant to come over on Saturday.

If the weather becomes more tolerable, we'll try to take a swim or two this weekend. Otherwise, we are soaking up the A/C.