Soon to be cruisin'

Allan's girlfriend Julie (the PT) came this morning and Allan was showing off his pulling up and standing at the couch. He still isn't much on crawling for long distances - a few "paces" and he is over it -- but if he is near the edge of the couch or something that he can pull up on, he lunges for it. He wants to stand and walk in the worst way. So Julie was working with him on "cruising" which is the term for holding on to things and walking. He is still pretty shaky and wobbly in the hips, but LOVES it. He was so tickled with himself, he could hardly stand it. And he was doing it off of his oxygen, too, which makes it even better. He's still on and off of the oxygen. We put him to bed without it, but usually have to get up some time during the night and put him back on because he is alarming. All-in-all, though, he probably spends 8-12 hours most days off of it and more than that on weekends.

Griff was so amused with Allan last night. Allan spit up while he was sitting in the high chair beside Griffith. Some of it came out of Allan's nose. We wiped Allan up and got back to business, but then he sneezed. And crap came out his nose. Which was The.Funniest.Thing.EVER. Until it happened again. And again. And each time Griffith thought it was even funnier. He was looking at Allan like he was the coolest kid ever. And like, I wish I could do that. I'm sure it is only a matter of time before the belching and farting contests commence.