Fluffy

Well, Mom goes out and buys the ole gift shop stuffed animal, in this case it is a dog I will call Fluffy. She lovingly sets it in Michaels hands and says look honey what I got you. Michael promptly looks at it and then methodically takes it in his left hand and deposits it to the floor! Three times in a row! A dad could not have been any prouder. Mom was crushed (not really, we both laughed). Fluffy is now sitting on top of Michaels' IV machine.

The treatments seem to be working. A friend who had not seen Michael in a few days was very encouraged by where Michael is now versus a few days ago. He is sitting up and is much more alert and aware. He has said a few words as well. Also, he is making what I call 'Michael faces'. We are going in the right direction for a change.

The speech therapists came by and spent some time with him. She fed him some apple sauce and graham crackers. Baby steps.