Any how, I've taken the liberty of once again filling out the missing days from last weekend with some pictures of my various activities, so check it out if you get the chance.
I haven't really slept today, so I'm off to bed. G'Night!
AOV
Yeah, I'm plumping up pretty nicely now. Get this: today I drank a total of 740ml of milk and formula. That may not seem like much to you grown up people, but consider that 1 ml weighs about 1 gram, and then consider that I weighed 720 grams when I was born. I am now capable of drinking my birth weight in a day!
Today I need to give a big shout out to my "Uncle Redz." He's been a great help to us these past few months, and I wanted to return the favour somehow. At first I offered to help him paint his new apartment, but there was a severe height issue, so I had to decline. Oh well. He promised to "pimp me out," but I'm not sure exactly what that means. It might have something to do with the baby Air Jordans he bought for me. Very slick!
What a great day today! I had a visit from two, count 'em TWO of my old friends from the NICU. It was an NICUnion! That's me, the little guy, in the middle, on the right is Etienne and Mattias on the left--he was my next door neighbour during his whole stay at the JGH. They came over with their parents for a little BBQ in the backyard. The moms and dads got to have burgers and chicken wings, while the babies had milk. Bo-ring! Maybe next time I can at least have a nacho or something.
And now for the third photo in my series entitled, "People Holding Me."
Hey Everyone,
Woah. I think my file weighs more than me! How can such a little guy have so much paper?! Any way, it was my understanding that since I no longer live at the hospital, there would be NO MORE NEEDLES. I stand corrected. Just because I am a free bird they can still poke me whenever I visit. Not cool. Well, it was for a blood test, and at least I came up all aces. Next I needed to be weighed so I stripped down and tried stay composed, but when I found out that I was 6 pounds, I peed all over myself. Even managed to hit myself in the eye. Yep, I'm so suave.
Who were those ladies, any way?
Let me tell you something about MY dad. He was the first to see us when we were born. We were supposed to cry but he did it for us. He is a very special guy. He was there for me and my brother Oliver from the day one. When my brother got very sick he told me everything will be fine and I wasn't scared. He spent countless hours reading and singing to me,massaging my foot when we thought I am about to lose it, cheering me up when things got really hard, and always, always believing in me and never giving up on me.
Hey! I'm 4 months old today! That's one third of a year, y'know. To celebrate this special day I passed another milestone in my development. It had nothing to do with my weight, or my feeding, or my health. Nope, today marked the first time in my life that I really, truly, and absolutely got on my parent's nerves. Oh yes my friends, I was a total brat today! I ate my lunch and then refused to go to sleep. I figured out a little while ago that if I cried when I wanted something, someone would come running. But I learned today that if I cried for no reason other than to be difficult, it makes my parents want to sell me to the gypsies. Heh heh heh. Watching them run around all confused was priceless!
Hmmm. OK, so you put your hands on the white sticks and the black sticks and then music comes out. Seems easy enough. Let's give it a try...
Hey this is fun! For those of you out there who are musicians, I am playing Rachmaninoff Piano Concerto No. 3 in D minor in this picture. Sorry, no video! But here is a video of mommy playing for me:
What a lucky boy I am to not only have super parents, but super grandparents, too! I'm sad that I don't get to see my Oma and Opa a lot since they live in Ottawa, but fortunately I see my Baka every day since she lives directly below me. Seriously! Her room is exactly below mine. She keeps banging on the ceiling every time I play my music too loud.


Here's me and my dad hanging out in our Cuddlywrap. Very comfortable, I must say! Sometimes I get cranky lying in my bed all day, and so I feel the need to get up and cruise around a bit. Unfortunately I can't do this myself, so I have to recruit the big guy to carry me around.
Today I hung out in the back yard with my parents. I like it out here, all the plants and stuff, but I wasn't allowed to play with any of the toys lying around. Those are for the dogs, apparently. By the way, I still haven't met my dogs yet--they're still visiting Antonio until things settle down here a bit. I don't know if that's referring to me or my parents, because as you can see, I'm pretty chill.
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