Since the last post was mostly about Griffith, this one will be mostly about Big Al.
Allan had PT with Miss Julie on Thursday. She was out sick the week before and two weeks is a long time in the life of Allan. He was VERY impressive in how much he had advanced. He supports himself on all fours very well now and is rocking back and forth, trying to work out this crawling stuff. He manages a few moves backward, but forward is still hard for him to figure out. He is also working on how to shift his weight on to 3 points so that he can reach for things. Miss Julie was quite impressed with how far he had come since her last visit. They even worked on crawling and pushing a ball in front of him. She, of course, wanted him to reach for it and roll it with his hands, but he figured out that he could head-butt it, have the same effect and not run the risk of toppling over. Big Al is always thinking.

They also worked on standing up at the chair. Allan loves to stand, but likes having someone support his bottom and is a little loosey-goosey in his hips if you don't remind him to tighten up the glutes. After a few minutes of that, Miss Julie let him practice plopping on his bottom so that he would get the idea that, if he didn't do it, he was going to fall. Talk about offended. He was outraged that she let him fall (it was just on his bottom and didn't hurt). He was so mad that he turned his head away from her and refused to look at her for several minutes. That'll teach her. Ol' Meanie.

This weekend should be a busy one. We are all running in the Race for the Cure (the boys are boob men, after all.) Then brunch with Grandma and Grampy and on to the football game (the boys are staying with Miss Miranda). We may even try to add Oktoberfest (we do like polka music and polish sausages!). On Sunday, we are headed for the farm to play with Greg and Alice's horses and dogs. Sunday night, we collapse.