Boy, I have really been remiss this week. Can't believe I haven't posted since Sunday. There really is no excuse. Just lots of busy-ness with the boys.

The weather finally turned fine here so we've been getting out quite a lot. It is amazing how much more energetic you feel when there is no humidity and the temperature is moderate.

On Tuesday, instead of blogging, we walked with Miss Elizabeth. On Wednesday, we walked with Miss Nicole. Last night, Mom had girls' night (yoga and sushi). All of a sudden it is Friday and we have been MIA for almost a week.

Allan went back for NICU graduate clinic on Tuesday. That's where the preemies go and a round of folks (docs/PA's/PT's) come around and see how far you have advance from the last time you were there. It is had been since January for Allan (when he fell asleep during the assessment). What with one thing and another, it seemed like we had a surgery or a something that conflicted every time. Dad took Big Al to this appointment. One person came in a rolled a ball to Allan to see if he would roll it back. He deigned to do so. Then they put a bell in front of him. After checking it out for a minute, he removed his thumb from his mouth and gave it a hearty shake. Points for that. Then there was putting blocks in a cup. Once again, he thought about it for a few minutes and then picked them up and put them in the cup. Well done. Then she took a spoon in one hand and a block in the other. "Reach for the spoon." Oh, please. He reached for the spoon and so he got bonus points, but, really, it was pure chance. The kid doesn't know "spoon" from a hole in the ground. He had a 50/50 shot. That person left and, in a while, the next one came in, and put down a bell. Again. Allan just looked at it and her blankly. Yeah, I've already done that. And the cup/block thing. Not going to do it again. And he didn't. Just sat there a sucked on his thumb. Not that I blame him. It irritates me that they aren't more coordinated. We just hide it a little better. Not by much, but a little. Apparently (color us shocked) Allan is delayed developmentally. For.Heaven's.Sake. To his credit, Jay told them, essentially, you don't know from delayed. Our regular PT (Miss Julie) laughed when we told her and agreed with us. Big Al has made amazing strides. On Thursday, he was working on crawling over to the couch (with the cushions off - clean as a whistle, mind you -- Mom learned her lesson the first time Miss Julie pulled them off to reveal crumbs and who knows what else in the cracks! I could have died.) He did great, getting his hands on the edge of the couch and pulling himself up to play with toys on the base of the couch. Miss Julie couldn't have been any more pleased with him. She has his number -- she says that Allan doesn't like to do any thing until he has watched it and taken it all in a time or two. He knows exactly what is going on, he just isn't going to do it until he wants to.

Griff continues to be completely unpredictable. The other night the boys were taking a bath and he was patting his brother on the back. Very sweet, very gentle. Jay and I were both right there by the two of them. Before we could react, Griff had put his meaty hand on his brother's chest and given a mighty shove. I was able to get my hand between Allan's head and the tub, but he was still terribly offended and howled like a banshee any way.

Katie and Aunt Lee came over last weekend and brought new tub toys -- tools. They have been a big hit. They soak up more water than our other toys and shoot farther which is big fun.

Don't know what the weekend holds. It is supposed to be pretty cool tonight. The boys are all upstairs in bed. I am on the front porch and there is a great cool breeze blowing. I could almost wear a sweatshirt. I need to go in to the basement and find the boys fleece jackets. Shouldn't be hard to locate them since Flora kept putting them in on until mid-June! At any rate, I found some cute rugby shirts at Target that ought to keep them warm enough for now. If it is nice in the morning, we will probably run to the Farmer's Market again. Won't be too long before we won't be able to do that. Dad is going to the big game tomorrow night. I think the boys and I may listen to it on the radio, instead. And we have a big party for Katie (she turns 2) on Sunday. Should be a rowdy time.