So, yes, we're still caught in the preemie time warp.
But, overall, we're doing well. We're all getting into a routine, at least to the extent that we can truly plan anything. And Jamie and I are trying to take some time for ourselves each week to preserve whatever semblance of sanity we had in the first place. In a week, we're going to Vermont for a week and a half or so, though I'll actually be coming back to Maine for the middle portion (to work). Of course, that will mean time alone as well (don't quite remember what that's like) and a chance to read the last Harry Potter (no spoilers, please). Jamie will stay with the kids in Vermont (with my parents), so hopefully she'll get some her-time as well (not so subtle hint to the in-laws).
On a purely clinical level, Gus is also doing well. He's 9.5 pounds, as of last Monday (downright chunky, as you'll see in the pictures); he passed his last eye exam just fine; he passed his carseat test (which he had failed before leaving the hospital), so he's out of the carbed and into a regular carseat. That was kind of essential for the trip to Vermont. We didn't like driving anywhere with him before.
So that's that. The hospital is pretty much a faint memory. He's just our baby now and Wyatt's little brother. Speaking of Big Brother Wyatt, I think he's taking a shine to the little guy. Actually, for the most part, they keep out of each other's business, so everything's copacetic except when there's an attention deficit (not enough attention to go around). But we're all settling into our roles. Speaking of which, I need to go feed the wriggling blob on my chest. He can get ornery when he's hungry, and mom's at the store.
Besides, all you really care about are the pictures anyway:
