He had a great day visiting the family today. Grandma was finally allowed to smush him a little. He stood on my lap and waved his arms around and addressed the good people of the living room. He's really quite the orator. He played peekaboo with Great Grandma and laughed his head off. And he ate a ton. He ate a piece of bread, and some rice cereal and peas. And he nursed non stop.
He also got interested in some papers Mom was removing from the coffee table, and he stood up with only one hand to balance himself, as he reached with his other hand toward the papers! There was what seemed like a long, long moment where I watched this happening in complete disbelief. The sight of him standing there, perfectly balanced, one hand outstretched, just by himself: stunning.
So the family are all remarkably in their right minds again. Mom straightened out Grandma's meds, and now Grandma is making sense again. And Mom herself is now lucid, which I'm not quite used to. For a month I've been talking to and taking care of people who had a hard time communicating and understanding me. It got to the point where if Jeff didn't catch what I said and asked, "What?" I would almost get panicky. (No, no, not you, too!) But now all seems to be well.