Two...weeks

First, my apologies for being so slow on this post. To be perfectly honest, sitting at a computer long enough to do a post justice has just not been at the top of my to-do list in the last couple weeks.

Let's see...first, both cats have decided that Owen's ok.

A definite improvement from the initial "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!?"

Paul is full of concern for him and likes to be able to see all family members at once - he has been spending a decent amount of time in the hall at night. Madison, while still taking some time to pout (and always making sure we see her doing it), actually gave Owen an affectionate rub. I guess we won't need to return him after all ;)

My mom was here for the last two weeks and I can't begin to express my gratitude. She was invaluable. Our fridge and freezer are full of leftovers and meal fixings, the house is clean, we're well rested, AND she found time to knit Owen a hat for the holidays (and a few pairs of slippers).

And it jingles! Is it December yet?

We even did Canadian Thanksgiving last night. It was great being able to spend his first couple weeks home pretty much just snuggling on the couch. I was actually a little intimidated because today is my first day home alone with Owen, but so far, so good. The scariest part yet was driving home from LAX without someone in the backseat to keep an eye on him, but we made it home just fine.

Pretty much how I spent the last two weeks.

Owen's now had two trips to the pediatrician (side note, I keep thinking "the vet" instead of "the pediatrician. I'm hoping that wears off eventually). He was up to just over 7.5 pounds last week - you can really feel the difference in him. He's got a lot more substance, which is great because he feels far less breakable. He also got his first round of vaccines at the last doctor visit. I think we have the NICU to thank for this - he took those shots like a champ. There was a baby going nuts over his shots in the room next to us, but Owen squeaked at the first two and pretty much shrugged off the third. Then again, maybe he was so comfortable because I got my flu shot first, to show him that it doesn't hurt that bad (ok, actually, for some reason this was one of the most painful vaccinations I've ever done, even a week later. But I put on a good face for Owen).

I've had a couple of people ask how my milk supply is - I'll let the picture do the talking.

No, this is not a mini freezer.

There are squeaks coming from the swing, so it sounds like my brief computer break is over. More to come.

Sometimes, the swing is good for snoozing rather than for squawking.