Nothing really new to report today. Things have been pretty much the same for a bit now. He did spit up a little bit last night, but it was a tiny amount and a one time occurrence, so we don't feel it's anything to be overly concerned about it, and the nurse agrees.

Last night, I had a dream that Owen woke up and was talking and sitting up, and he said, "I love you, mommy"! I quick grabbed the video camera and asked him to repeat it, and he did. He was sitting on my lap and hugged me and kissed me...What an awesome dream!

I have been singing some of Owen's favorite songs to him-like the Clifford Puppy Days theme song, the Sesame Street theme, and of course, when I tell him what day today is, etc, I sing the "There are 7 Days in a Week" song. I also have a few Owen songs I made up when he was a baby, so I sing those, too. He definitely appears to be listening. Also, last night, I was sitting next to Owen on the couch, reading Maniac Magee to Anthony, and Owen was listening-eyes open. He also always opens his eyes when both of his brothers come home, Anthony after school, Seth after football practice later. He misses them when they are gone, for sure.

I want to thank everyone for the support they given me, Owen, and the family. I want to thank those of you in advance who will be my safety net through whatever the next few days, weeks, months, years will bring. Please remember that I will not only need you during the immediate aftermath, but for years to come. There will be holidays, birthdays, anniversaries, and all sorts of just "bad days" in between. I know that not every day will seem impossible, that I will laugh and smile (those of you who know me understand that laughter and humor is such a part of who I am!), but there will be those times that will seem like a heavy boulder of grief, from under which I cannot escape...

Enjoying the sun shining through my windows today.