Whew!

Mom's home finally. D and I got to see her on Sunday, and she looked pretty rough but I felt better after that. She came home Monday and a visiting nurse came today already to see her. I talked to her tonight and she sounded almost like herself. Not "droggy" as my dad kept saying all week. That's the new word to come out of all this. Presumably it's a melding of drugged and groggy, but I haven't called him on his creative use of the language yet.

Another big sigh of relief for our incredible luck in getting the baseball coach of D's team. He is a great guy. And all the helper dads are too. They are so relaxed and encouraging and still teach the kids SO much. They had their first game last night and stomped the other team. D really had fun for the couple of innings that he was able to play. We had to leave in the middle to go to an appointment. Being the fashion plate that he is, though, he was very happy to wear his uniform to see the Dr. and his therapist and had his little chest all puffed out like a rooster. He is really cute in it, for sure, but I suppose I'm biased.