We've made it safely to Canberra. Ryan handled his first flight beautifully; no complaints, just a keen interest in all the new experiences. Tonight he met my sister for the first time, as well as his two cousins. Andrew's starting Kindergarten next year, and he and Ryan got on very well. My other nephew, Brody, is the one who had the aneurysm last year. He's still having around thirty seizures a day, and he's reached an age where he can anticipate (and dread) them. his motor functions are improving, though his vision and movement on his left side are still impaired. The better news is that the damage to his brain largely missed his memory and reasoning centres. Most importantly, he' seems to be a happy little boy.
Tomorrow night they're having more people over, and I'll be able to catch up with my older brother in a somewhat controlled environment. That works out well. I want to see him, but it does involve some planning and boundaries.
Ryan is now sacked out in the portable cot. It's been such a big day for him, and he's handled it so well. Sweet little man.
I love the Ryan stories. We don't get nearly enough of them (it's almost as if you're off spending your time actually interacting with him or something).
I love the Ryan stories. We don't get nearly enough of them (it's almost as if you're off spending your time actually interacting with him or something).
Actually, I've constructed a hide in his playpen so I can observe him in his natural habitat. To date, he seems to have accepted that giant stuffed pandas are just supposed to have binoculars protruding from their midriff, but I can say that the hides used for the Attenborough specials don't run such a risk of cuddles.
Am I the only one who wants to create a hide for observing Billytea's hide?
...the wild Ryan, in its natural surroundings, is truly breathtaking to behold. Note the total confidence, the unconcerned manner in which it lolls on its bwankie. This creature is totally in command of its environment.
...Jim is now going to try to get a little closer to the Ryan. Go ahead, Jim. Jim, just go. Go! Jim is creeping closer to the Ryan. We are confident that, though the Ryan can be dangerous, Jim is entirely protected by his fwuffy teddy beaw camouflage.
That's it, Jim. That's...oh, God. Oh, GOD! JIM! Look out! Oh, Lord, it's got him! It's...oh, it's too horrible...it's SNUGGLING Jim, it's...I can't look...
...Oh, the drool! THE DROOL! OH, GOD!
We'll return to Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom after these messages...
niiiiiiice Ryan spotting, guys.
that needs to be commaed but i don't have the wherewithal. been cleaning out snow from driveway. my hands hurt so badly. typing is a good kinda stretchy, but shift key is wrong kind of stretchy. snow up to my knees on one side of my car. want to kiss the snow-clearing crew of the parking lot next door, as they just took care of the end of our driveway for us.
{{{P-C}}} How scary! I'm glad you are ok.
Things are looking slightly better this morning. I am looking forward to going to Mom's for our big Christmas Eve fish dinner.
Boy, nothing sucks the Christmas Spirit right out of you like payroll not being deposited.
Lovely ring, smonster.
Great presents for the boy, Steph.
P-C, what an awful experience. I hope you're feeling better today.
I love the Ryan posts.
As for me, I've been spending my time in MI with my sister and niece and nephew's girlfriend (the guys had to work yesterday). I really like my nephew's girlfriend, and I hope they'll make things permanent. She's an anime and Who watching, Linux and penguin loving, shy, sweet geek girl. I'd actually have some idea of what to get her for Christmas, which is more than I can say for many of my blood relatives.
