One thing you should know about me is that I never exaggerate, and if I accidentally do, I'll acknowledge it and say, "Okay... I did not actually wait an hour for the elevator while one million people got in before me." And when I say things like, "Trust me on this one," or "I'm being extremely literal," it's because I mean it through and through.
Son finally has been moved to a room that we're able to sleep in with him. Dan and I previously slept in a small parental sleeper unit an entire elevator ride away from Son's room in the NICU.
Finally feels like I really do have my family together, and that is a great feeling.
[This next bit might sound crazy, but a lot of things I say these days are usually prefaced by that statement. Get used to it, and then immediately start praying to God that I don't get into conspiracy theories or my thoughts on aliens. That'd make for some eyebrow raising reading. You might even want to read my most recent previous post before finishing this one.]
Anyways, Son got fussy a little bit ago and Dan jumped up to his bedside.
When Dan jumped up, I thought, "Eh, might as well test out his mind reading abilities."
Now here's the part where I say I'm being extremely literal. I stayed in bed and stared at him, using every ounce of thought power I have and thought, "Come on Dan... plug in the music box. Plug in the music/projector box, Dan! Son is bored and needs something to look at. Plug in the music box, Dan!"
He instantly fumbled for the music/projector box, plugged it in, fiddled around with it, and got the projector part set on an area of ceiling within Son's eyesight.
This is kind of cool.
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