Sorry for the long time between posts. Things got a little busy and then I had trouble logging on. Today both boys were fussy and Dad was under the weather as well which means --well, it means a long time between posts.
So, for the update.
Allan has been a little show off for the PT (Miss Julie) and the speech therapist (Miss Edie). His head and neck control continue to improve and we have moved up to eating very small pieces of graham cracker. Miss Julie learned her lesson. Last week she came in and started in with the work right away. This is not the way that Big Al rolls. First of all, he doesn't get up until about 20 minutes or so before she arrives. Second, he needs a little time to ease in to the day. So when she came in with all of this activity stuff, he protested. This week she came in, picked him up, told him what a very big boy he was and how smart he was and what hard worker he was. After about 3 or 4 minutes of that, he was ready to go. Flattery will get you any where. Especially with Big Al. We are working on finding our feet. In the past couple of weeks he has gotten quite a lot better about being able to pick his feet up and kicking like a little frog. He can even rock himself in his bouncy seat by kicking out. Big Al is my little night owl. Griff fell asleep at about 7 and has been passed out since. Al woke up about that same time and has been keeping me company as I have been cleaning up the nursery and spare bedroom. He is right beside me now, just hanging out in his t-shirt and diaper (Dad is sick and let it get a little hot for our taste.)
Both boys are adjusting to bathing in the kitchen sink. Allan is still highly suspicious of the shower-spray aspect of the experience. Griffith still resists sitting in the water initially but once he is in there takes to splashing as if it were his job.
Three-quarters of the team is out at this point. Every thing has been tidied (for the moment) and the last load of laundry has been put in the dryer. All tolled, not a bad weekend.
Griff continues to be a most charming little monster. For Christmas Santa brought him these neat balls with different things inside them -- bells, rattles, lollipops, bugs, all sorts of neat things that move and make noise. I was certain that he would be fascinated. He could not have been any less interested. The newspaper (literally) held more interest. Well, this weekend Griffith learned about rolling. Balls roll. How neat is that? He knocked these balls around the walls of the nursery and out in to the hall, without exaggeration, for an hour. Transfixed. Amazed. Amused. For the next two days he has been trying to figure out what does and does not roll. His blocks don't, in case you were wondering. But he can still send them reeling if he whacks them hard enough. And he is happy enough to do that. He is worn tee-totally, utterly out. Griff has been asleep since about 7 tonight and was fussy before that. Which is completely out of character. He may have a touch of whatever Dad has. No way is he going to sleep until morning, though.
I will try to post some pictures later, but no promises.