Wayne has adjusted very well to his new home and lately been very full of smiles.
When I walked onto the unit today, a nurse came running with her cell, “Wayne must love Johnny Cash, he was dancing up a storm. See, we took a picture.”
Well, the close up picture was nothing short of comical as his hair was standing straight up and he had the hugest smile on his face.
After lunch I brushed his teeth (they basically can’t – he will allow me)
I wet a warm facecloth and told him we needed to wet his hair so it would be smooth after I combed it. I kind of did a dance and sang foolishness as I wet and combed his hair – he didn’t fuss at all – usually he gets frantic.When we got to the dining room again, the nurses made a big fuss over him.
The sweetest part which I will never forget is that he said, “You’re so nice” when I did his hair. Skippity, skip, skipitty, skip:)