Jack has officially gotten rid of his mustache, which is nice. In part ’cause I don’t think that anyone was really buying it.
I mean, sure, he’s huge now, topping out at 1700 grams tonight, but come on Jack, a mustache? Really, thats just not believable. You’re a baby. Babies don’t have mustaches, let alone velcro ones.
When I got to the NICU this evening, I walked in to find all of the lights off in the room that Jacks been in for his whole life. That was scary for a sec, but it turns out he just went on his first road trip. OK, sure, there was no actual road, and the trip was just one room over, (not all the way across the hall to the step-down room) but still. He’s still pretty little, so proportionally, it was quite a full day. Realizing this, it came as no surprise that I found Jack sacked out on his stomach lookin’ all tired and cute and stuff.
This last one might be my all-time favorite.