Finally some routine..

After we got his milkshake straightened out, we were able to work on his sleep schedule, and that seems to be on track as well. He is now sleeping at night and alert during the day, so we are hoping there will be no more snoring in physical therapy. It will be up to him if he wants to cooperate, but it feels positive to at least give him the tools to be able to participate. They will be moving him to a different area in the same hospital, because he needs less supervision than he did when he first came in. We are able to get him up several times a day and even have been taking him outside. They have a small intimate park setting at the edge of the grounds, and I took him out there on Sunday afternoon. It was quiet, just the two of us. It is surrounded by trees and even has a little creek surrounded by berry bushes. I showed him the berries just turning black, the leaves on the trees and vines climbing the arbor behind us. We listened to the water in the little creek, and I tickled him with pine needles found on the ground. I put his feet on the grass and nudged them with my own bare feet so that he could feel the grass move underfoot. We sat out in the fresh air for an hour and a half, me telling him of all the things the girls have been up to, and about getting ready for school to start. H is starting kindergarten and E preschool. He sat in his chair alert and I think listening, wearing a cap I found in the truck and his sunglasses. It felt like a good day, a day like many others we have had. Only this time I was doing the talking and he was doing the listening. Everything has changed, and yet there is still some familiar sameness. It may not be what I have envisioned for my Sunday afternoons, but we were alone, in a quiet beautiful place, feeling the sun on our faces. I got to talk and tell him about our week, and he was quiet and listened. He never even interrupted. What more could a girl ask for?