The Return of the Butter Bean

Two and a half days in to the return of Allan to the homeplace. So far, so good. He has had a couple of good nights with only a few alarms. He seems to be eating better, too. He's still not rocking it out or anything but he's eating about 2 ounces at a go during the days. He's still on the continuous feeds at night. His weight gain is steady and he is up to a solid 10 pounds and 5 ounces as of today. We made it to the pediatrician's office today and the doc says he looks good. We go back on Thursday to make sure that we keep a handle on this fluid thing. We also have an opthalmologist's appointment on Friday. With any luck we will be discharged from her care until February.
We took our first big family stroll last night in the great big double stroller. We didn't go too far afield -- just around the neighborhood, but a good time was had by all. Allan slept most of the time. Griffith was wide awake and taking it all in. (He's helping type right now, so forgive the misspellings. I would put him down but a) he cries and b) I hardly get to hold him when Flora is here. Basically I have to wait for her to put him down to go to the bathroom to even have a shot.)
Griffith's major recent accomplishments are that he is learning to blow spit bubbles and also to coo. (Not at the same time. Yet.) He doesn't seem to have control of either, really and the cooing sometimes comes as a complete shock to him. He has also managed to master peeing out the back of his diaper. Neither Flora nor I are sure how he's doing it but he's done it to both of us. His front will be completely dry and his back will be utterly soaked.
Allan's major accomplishments include doing little, bitty baby push-ups while on his stomach. He has also taken to waving his arms around. Not nearly as much as Griffith does, but he is doing it more all the time and he definitely does it more when the two of them are lying next to each other. They still seem pretty unimpressed with each other. They are both very interested in the elephant/mirror/mobile-thingy that plays songs and lights up when it picks up vibrations. Dad is going to have to replace the batteries in the bassinet. It plays music and vibrates, but, of late, it sounds like a drunken gypsy or a broken calliope. And the vibration seems to have slowed to a jiggle. We certainly don't want to have a break down in the middle of the night. That would be a Major Disaster.
We are now looking forward to a couple of days of just being home and getting settled down and settled in. We'll see how Flora manages with two. She was telling me today just how spoiled Griffith is. As if she is part of how he got that way. She and Allan had a good long snuggle this afternoon while Griffith took a nap, but there will come a day when he is awake and realizes that someone else is sitting in his Flora's lap and I'm not sure any of us are prepared for what will follow.