Grandpa and Stellan in the PICU
He won the cute face contest by the way. Hands down. But I suppose you figured that out on your own.
In addition having this wonderful visit with Stellan (and his mom, of course), there were two rides totaling 76 miles with about 5,600 feet of climbing. I've decided to set a goal of climbing 125,000 feet before leaving for Montana and the Glacier Park ride in July and will start to post progress in the sidebar soon - anyone know of a clever progress bar app?
As I write this, the trip to Boston for Stellan's surgery is neither definitely on nor definitely off. He's doing better and no longer roams the halls of the PICU, but he's not completely free of the SVT's that have been dogging his little heart, either. If he does leave tomorrow, then I'll head out on Wednesday.
I did tell Stellan that, as much as I was looking forward to hanging out in Beantown for a few days, I'd be OK with canceling the trip. In fact, I could save the days for a few years and use them to take him on a long bike ride. OK, I'd do that anyway. Another goal.