Anders is almost back to normal. The only thing he won't do normally yet is take a nap on his own. He still demands someone on whom to sleep. Anna is much better. She can talk again and isn't going to bed right after work anymore.
Anders' standing intervals are increasing. He also does this crazy move where he gets up on his knees and almost hops toward you in anticipation of being picked up. Anders is now rubbing his hands like a person would as the washed their hands or if they were hatching an evil plan. He helpfully pointed at the hand sanitizer as Anna washed her hands yesterday.
Anders does not like the voice of Yoko Ono. A couple of days ago, I tried to switch up my sports radio routine by watching a PBS documentary called John Lennon New York City on the computer. Anders took his shortest nap of the week and was out of sorts for the rest of the morning after Yoko awakened him.
Anders is getting better as rolling balls back and forth in a playful manner. He still terrorizes Trudy all day. They are like Israelis and Palestinians. They live on top of each other, seek to inhabit the same land, agitated each other, then go through periods of calm before doing it again. Their Jerusalem is either Anna's lap or my lap.
We decided against a Christmas tree this year since Anders would pretty much just be putting ornament hooks in his mouth for all his waking hours.
We have been closely following the biggest December snowfall on record in Minnesota. The video of the Metrodome roof collapsing is amazing. Lost in all that hype is that the Vadnais Heights multipurpose dome also collapsed, a suburb suffering in silence (in Don Shelby voice).
We are supposed to get some snow, a couple, three inches, but so far we've had nothing. Anna banked on a snowday tomorrow that might not come.
For now things are relatively calm, until our next minor crisis.
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