These are some more pictures from our trip. I forgot our camera the day Grant went to ski. :( So we had to stop on the way up the mountain to buy a disposal camera. So, these pictures aren't great, but they are all we've got of Grant's first ski experience.
Grant went to the clinic again on Monday and got another great report. He had to get accessed, which results in about 90 seconds of pure torture everytime. From the time she opens the package with the noodle in it until he has been stuck is awful. Everyone involved (3 this time) is usually sweating and holding their breath throughout the process. But, it's short! He handles everything else so well. So, we will just continue to prepare ourselves for the painful 90 seconds and then move on. The only problem is that Grant is getting bigger and stronger and holding him when he doesn't want to be held is getting more difficult. I keep telling them that they have to get a fan in there.
Grant gets such a great response when we go to the clinic. Many of his fellow patients were there. The nurses always seem so excited to see him. And Dr. Heym recognizes the cry he hears when Grant is being accessed. It's so encouraging to go and hear ALL of them say how absolutely great he looks. In the words of Dr. Heym, "This is what maintenance is supposed to be like!" He is doing amazing, which we know is the hand of God. We want to be careful to give God the glory for the miracle-worker that He is.
Grant was very excited to show everyone pictures of his ski trip. He colored, did puzzles with Ms. Cathy, watched a movie and had lunch. What's so bad about that?!
We went to storytime at our local library this morning. Grant loves this kind of thing and got to bring some books home with us. However, I was a bit nervous. Right after we got there, a little girl started sneezing and coughing all over her hands and the books. I pulled out the hand sanitizer and gave Grant and Trent repeated "squirts".
On a Trent note, we sit around and laugh at him continuously. He is talking so much, mostly things that family can understand. I stopped at Sonic last night to get some burgers for dinner. Trent was wearing a stocking hat. He had been playing with it - pulling it off and on. When the girl brought our food, she smiled at him and laughed. When she walked away, I turned around to find him with one eye out of his hat and the other covered with a big grin on his face. I said, "Are you being silly with your hat?" He just smiled and said, "I'm cute." I asked what he said to confirm I had heard correctly. He repeated it and I died laughing. He had never said that before. To all of you that tell him that ---Stop! ;)