Carson came home from his latest 4-day stint in the hospital yesterday. He had to re-explore the house, find all his favorite toys, get back to snatching Brady's pacifier...all the stuff he loves so much. He had pneumonia again, and just can't seem to get better on his own. I'm thankful for those who sent meals, brought groceries to Jeff (who stayed home with sick little Brady and the other 3), and watched kids so Jeff could come visit. He brought the older three one night to eat dinner with me. They were very impressed with the cafeteria and the outside play area at the hospital. And with the selection of movies Carson had available to watch (which he didn't care about of course).
Brady was glad to have me home - he said "Ma-ma-ma" to me as I rocked him this morning. I think that's the first time he's just said it (not crying it) and that was sweet. All day he would crawl to me and then just hold onto my leg. I missed him!