Allan had a good work-out with Miss Julie today. They worked on cruising again. This week we had gripper socks, though, so that helped. Unfortunately Allan wasn't able to keep his sats up without his oxygen so we had to put him back on, but, once we got that difficulty sorted out he was off to the races. He is so excited about walking and standing that he is very difficult to deal with. He doesn't want to sit down and rest. In fact, he gets quite vocal and irritable when you make him take a break. He keeps bouncing and stiffening up, trying to get away and get back to what he wants to do. He loves getting the activity table over next to the baby gate at the kitchen door. He gets the table at a 90 degree angle to the gate and can make his way around the table to grasp the baby gate and walk along it and peep in to the wonderland that is the kitchen. (Maybe Griffith has told him of the magic and excitement that is the washing machine.) At any rate, you can tell that it is starting to click with him that he can get up and get to things that he wants to play with. He is even reconsidering crawling (which he HATES.) He is now rolling over, getting up on his hands and knees and rocking a fair amount. He has managed to go backwards quite a lot and got jammed up under the chair the other day.

Dad is working late tonight so I am doing solo momma. I wasn't going to give the boys baths because it is a lot of work for one person, but Griff kept yelling "bath!" and I didn't feel like I could deny him. Then Allan threw up all over himself and all of creation so I had to reconsider the ban. After a fair amount of staging, both boys were in the tub for an abbreviated bath session.

Griff doesn't last long after his bath. He wants a bottle, a cuddle and to pass out. Fine. While Griff continued to play the Typhoonagator, I got Allan dried and dressed and hooked back up on his monitor and oxygen and playing on the bathroom floor with a toy. Then I popped Griffith out of the tub and dried and dressed him. (The boys have new bath wash and lotion: cucumber-melon. They smell heavenly! I may start using the stuff myself.)

Moved Allan in to the living room and set him up with some toys. Ordinarily this would be enough to keep him entertained. Not tonight. Mr. Locomotion rolled himself over and crawled forward until he got his head stuck under the coffee table. Then he couldn't figure out how to back up and became furious and howled. This, of course, occurred about 37 seconds after Griffith fell asleep. There was nothing to be done but to jump up and rescue Allan (after snapping a photo or two, of course). Griff woke for a while, but settled back down fairly quickly. Here's hoping he stays that way.

Anyway, for the moment there is silence except for the furnace (it actually snowed today!) and the click of the computer keys. Since Griff decided to be mostly up from 3 to 5 a.m., I think I am going to crash. Hope Dad is quiet when he comes home.

The big plan for the weekend is to get Allan's hair cut. Jeanne is going to do it since I rejected Jay's one-eyed barber (no joke). Jay's main concern? We can't pay 100 to have his hair cut. Well, I wasn't really planning on having it cut, colored, high-lighted and blown out, so I think we can bring it in under budget. And, no, Griff isn't getting one, too. He doesn't need one just yet.....

Have a good weekend and we'll post pictures of Big Al post-hair cut ASAP.