Whoa. A whole week without a blog post!? What's become of me?
It's been a busy week...Greg came visiting last weekend, and then my Dad and Dale came to stay for a while.
Then we didn't get to go home when we thought we would. Then we went in for Alan to have a biopsy. And Greg came back. And now we're hanging out in the hospital waiting for results. And Alan feels great.
And while I won't bore you with all our troubles, I must mention that Alan is still sleeping terribly most nights. I tell you that to tell you this:
On Dale's first night here, Alan had one of his worst nights yet. He cried a lot, and finally... it woke Dale up too. But once Dale woke up, his excitement of being here kicked in and he started his usual motor-mouthing. But the earrrrrrly morning version.
We have a large-print digital clock on one nightstand. Dale pointed at it and said, "It's 5:41. Next will be 5:42. I know my clocks!"
When Greg got here Wednesday night it was the first time the four of us have been in the same place since Alan was in the ICU. Greg and I sat down on the edge of the bed and Dale crawled into our laps. Dale said, "Look! It's all of us again. First it was just us (meaning himself, Greg & me) and then we got a baby!"
He is having such a good time. And it is beyond wonderful to have him here with me!