Archive for April, 2009

I always arrive early to pick him up from day care.

Usually I sit in the hall and listen for any interaction he may have with the group. (He doesn’t see me.)

Today, he saw me drive up and bolted out of his chair. The care aide was standing with him at the door when I got there.

Sweet yet sad. He really wants to be with me. I think he is adjusting to the program but the drop off is wicked:)

After whining publicly about my trouble entering the Blogroll, Computer Son took pity on his pitiful mother and did it!

Thanks, Mark. I was so happy. He told me that all I had to do was go thru the list for names of the bloggers. Whee – - – I could do that.

BTW, I did buy Wordpress for Dummies. It’s a great book – even I can work my way thru it:)

On Saturday, a good friend took Wayne for 7 hours. They toured back country and he loved getting into his hiking boots and work jacket again.

Anyway, from what I understand, it was a food extravaganza – all seven hours. They were like babes who needed their 3 hour feeding:)

One stop was at a Ma ‘n Pa restaurant for “real” homemade burgers and double order of fries! I guess Wayne ate each fry singly and just relished  dipping them, one by one, in ketchup.

After the giant fries order was eaten, he started on his hamburger – had to make sure he had room for da fries first.

Couple hours later, DQ called and they had ice cream, the large size cones, of course.

Those two better not get together too often  – - -

We were setting the table – I opened the cabinet with the glasses – He looked at me and then looked over his shoulder, “We need three, right?”

Mercy, I really think he sees an angel and is offering milk to the angel, too.

We had a delightful time last night, 3 couples enjoying a BBQ. Before dinner, there were toasts.

He picked up his dinner fork and raised it to each glass.

After the first toast, I quietly slid the wine glass into his hand. He looked at me and smiled. I know him so well and I think this was a “thank you” smile. (At home, if he uses a spoon to try to spear a piece of meat, when I slip the fork in his hand, he smiles an “embarrassed” smile.

Dear Heart, what a battle you fight everyday.