Kintropy In Action

Just a quick thank you to everyone who has written in with best wishes, both on the website and via email.  We appreciate all your support (and Hannah is planning a future trip to France, I think, to visit Abigail.).  It's amazing to have so many people looking out for Hannah:  literally all over the world.  We feel well supported, so thank you.

Hannah had a good day today:  very playful and very her-usual-self (except when we went to the farmers' market this morning:  too bright and too warm, even at nine a.m.).  Tonight, she's working as she sleeps, but we have one of Hannah's most experienced nurses (one from our original home-at-six-months team), and she is looking out for her.

Gabriel is off in his room, lulled to sleep by They Might Be Giants 1, 2, 3 songs (his favorite at the moment is "7").  I went in earlier to see how he was doing.  We was bent over his mp3 player, fast forwarding to a song.

"This is the one I wanted to listen to."

I listened to the intro with him.  Synths climbing the scale.  "Ah, Planet Earth," I acknowledged, nodding sagely.  "This is one of Daddy's favorites."

I thought this would create some Duran Duran bonding moment between father and son.  I did a little faux dance thinking Gabriel, ever on the physical side, would join in.

"Uh, Dad, you can go now."

"What?"

He was literally pushing me to the door.  "I need some privacy, Dad.  You know, I need to get some sleep."

"Ok, Gabriel," I said, exiting his room.  Hannah's compressors hummed twenty feet away in the next room.  No beeps - good sign.

Maybe it was the dancing?

-- Dad