Recap

Big Al did great off of the oxygen. He made it until the middle of the night last night, but kept alarming. His sats weren't terrible (in the 80's) but he just wasn't able to get them up and keep them up, so we put him back on. He made it about 56 hours without any oxygen at all. Not bad, not bad at all.

We got up this morning and had breakfast. Griffith basically refused his Cream of Wheat. He had been up in the night time with a belly ache. All this real food is something for his system to adjust to. Still all he wanted for breakfast was ham which he ate with a great deal of relish. He wouldn't drink apple juice (reputed to make a fellow's bowel move) so we had to resort to the glycerin suppository. Griff was a bear most of the morning - whinging and fussing. Dad headed off to work happily and crossed his fingers that when the glycerin kicked in, it would be on my watch.

Before he left, Dad was doing something to Allan while I was in the kitchen. Whatever it was, it didn't suit and he was howling like a banshee. Griff (for all that he likes to pester Allan) headed straight for the kitchen, frowning and telling me "dada, dada, dada, not nice!" He was ratting his father out.

By the time we all got sorted out, it was nearly 10 and already hot and humid. Being in the house didn't suit Griff so I plunked him in the stroller, tossed Allan in beside him and headed out for a walk. We walked for about 40 minutes before both guys passed out completely -- both doing the gangsta lean to the left. Rather than try to get them back in the house without waking them, I just kept walking. We walked for over an hour and a half. By the end, I was just circling the same (shady) block. The folks on Sycamore probably think I was casing their houses for a home invasion.

We got back and had lunch. Griff continued to whinge. I headed in to the kitchen, came back, and realized that we had a winner. Griff had filled his diaper in an epic manner. Real food certainly gives a distinctive odor to the poo.

Dad took the boys off of my hands this afternoon. Monty gets the rugby matches and today (yesterday actually) was England versus someone and New Zealand versus France. The boys had to wear their England rugby shirts (even though it was ninety degrees, thank God for air conditioning) and their rugby socks. Whatever it was worked because England won, unexpectedly. Next week they play France. Mom is quite excited because they will need to recreate the exact circumstances of this weekend to ensue that the Frogs go down. That should mean another free Sunday afternoon for a nap and a long soak in the tub!