A bit of an update.....on Allan

I've been so far behind on pictures that I haven't even really tried to update the narrative much. The boys are doing great.

Allan has been back on oxygen maybe twice in the last month, both times at night when he was in a deep sleep. These days he is usually able to bring himself out of it, but, with everything blooming, some times it is a little harder than others. Still, he's doing fantastic. We've only just started to have the heat and humidity, though, and we are going to have to watch to see how that affects him. Just like someone with emphysema or other lung problem, he is likely to have to work harder when the weather is close.

Miss Julie was out for a couple of weeks with her daughter who needs surgery. She was back last week though and Allan was delighted to see her. He headed straight for the door when she got here. Which is funny because she makes him work harder than any one. The replacement PT who came while Julie was out was plenty nice, but she couldn't get Allan to do a quarter of what Julie gets out of him. Say what you want about Big Al, but he can take your measure in no time and he was not going to trouble himself for Faux Julie. To be honest, I felt kind of bad for her. I don't know if she realized that she was being outwitted by a 25-month old who is developmentally about a 13-month old, but that isn't the way to start your Thursday, in my opinion.

Anyway, Big Al is making all sorts of progress. He is and has been able to walk along furniture, etc., for quite a while now. He is also able to stand alone (when he doesn't realize that he is doing it) for quite awhile now. The problem isn't ability. It is just desire. He can get anywhere he wants with crawling (he's quite the speed demon these days) and doesn't have to risk falling -- so why bother with walking ? He has figured out how to "turn around and slide down" to get off the couch and off the steps in to the house and on the deck. He did accidentally "sit" down with his a** off the deck the other night and fall off backward. he didn't actually hurt himself, but his pride was dented. I didn't think he was ever going to quit crying about it.