* airlifting - the process whereby we grab four corners of the afghan on which Ray sleeps and carry him to his bed. We move him from the couch to his bed, because he curls up on the afghan, which is usually on my feet, and takes up so much room that I am jammed into one tiny little scrunched up ball. Very uncomfortable for any length of time. Ray rarely wakes up during the airlifting process and when he does, he doesn't struggle or try to jump out of the sling, he just waits until we deposit him in bed then settles in with a deep moan, or sigh, or both as if he'd been waiting for this moment all day. Sometimes airlifting is accompanied by helicopter noises from me and commentary from Gregg such as "I don't think that one is going to make it" (after a particularly hard day at daycare.) Airlifting occurs once every evening unless Ray is too tired to move himself from the couch in the living room to the couch in the family room.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Last night, shortly after we airlifted* Ray to his bed, he started snoring. It wasn't just any snore. It was a Three Stooges kind of snore, complete with whinnying and flapping lips. I've often thought I should make a video of Ray's grunts, groans, and moans and this noise would be at the top of my list to capture. It's one of those noises that really makes us sit up and take notice because it sounds so fake.