Good Morning :-)

Two blessings in Rob’s world today. One, Charlie did fantastic again last night. The Principal was here last night w/ him and reports that from midnight on he slept quite well w/ only occasional moments of irritation. He’s out cold right now and looks super peaceful. The one common denominator in the last 3 nights being good for Super Cooper is the addition of Melatonin to his P.M. regimen. If that is indeed the case his old man will have to restrain from being entirely irked because Melatonin was supposed to be added to his Rx buffet a while ago and some doc overlooked it and never got it on the menu, until 3 days ago. Melatonin is a OTC med that helps w/ sleep and how long have we said that Charlie has his days and nights mixed up? I’m “keyed” (Britton’s new word for excited.) that he is on the med now cuz it seems to work right proper. Charlie had another bath yesterday which was sorely needed. I’m in awe at the amount of odor that a little infant can produce just by laying in a bed and drooling, it gets pretty funky. Another new smell that we have here in Redskins Country is his breath, OHHHH MYYYY GOOOSSHHHHHHH!!! Since they pulled his feeding tube back to his stomach his breath smells approximately like, how to put this so to be both eloquent and descriptive, well it smells like BUTT. The reasoning we are given is that he hasn’t had food in his stomach for over a month and he has a surplus of raunchy juices that need to be dealt with and over time his oral aroma will improve. Thank goodness, I was about to give you all a stock tip so you could buy into Listerine because I thought I was going to have to buy mouthwash by the barrel.


The second blessing in Rob’s world is that when I got here this morning I was going through some to the cupboards in Char’s room and found some Peeps that I bought right after we came to Neuro-Trauma, and of course I opened them over a month ago as to let them age in true Marion L.E. Nordfors fashion, and they were in perfect condition. So for breakfast today it was Diet Coke and six boxes of Peeps that were just stiff enough that they didn’t break when you bit them. A little taste of heaven. No I’m not sick, I’m like a Peep alcoholic, I have a 32 year tolerance and an iron gut. Ramon the Tech and I are concocting a way to get a peep in Char’s feeding tube, I think it’s only fair and Gammy would want it that way.