So he's fine.
He still wakes us up every morning tell us he's "starving for BunnyWhop."- but is sweet enough to let me sleep until the Agent Oso episode is over.
He still find the dog every morning and brings him over to Morgan's highchair, just so he can hear Morgan say, "Git down, Moe-ie". He thinks its hilarious that she can really talk now.
He still asks me to make him a "wid-le nest" on the couch, so he can curl up and catch a few Noggin shows and not freeze to death in our (always too cold) house.
He still hates to take a nap, but can be convinced with get in the bed with no tears for 3 gummy bears and a good back rub.
He still amazes us when he climbs up in my office chair and can get himself logged onto the desktop games and plays along- when no one ever showed him how.
He still says silly things like, "I want you to cut my hair so it looks like a goldfish, " or "There is purple dog under my bed that wants a kiss."
He still has to practice giving us kisses or high-fives until he feels that he's done it juuust right.
He still thinks that nothing is more fun than water balloons or bubbles.
He is back to his silly, funny, talkative, active, (rebellious, stubborn, looney) amazingly charming self! Thank God and thank you to everyone for their prayers and good thoughts. We saw his new pediatrician this week and she believes he had a case of viral meningitis. Scary yes, but common, too. His eyes checked out, his ears checked out, his heart is fine, his brain is fine, he's in perfect health. (She told us our goal now is to make sure he doesn't have to have anymore CT scans in the future- it seems his little brain can't take anymore radiation- yikes!) Either way, we are just glad to have a new doctor that we like, a diagnosis and our Bubbies back to his old self!
'Scuse me, I have to go tell someone to quit jumping off the coffee table!