All's well

Both boys are doing just fine.
Allan went to the doctor today and he looks good, feels good and is gaining the proper amount of weight. He is now a whopping 11 pounds 1 ounces. He still is having issues with eating enough via the bottle and we may have to investigate other options (remove the NG tube and have a tube in to the belly) but we are letting that go for the moment. Allan feels so good that he actually has started to fuss when things don't go his way. Heather was dropping off some stuff and got to witness a good old-fashioned pout. I was feeding Griffith and that didn't suit Allan (to be fair, it didn't suit Griffith when I was feeding Allan earlier.) Heather agrees that someone is going to have to cross-stitch "Suck it up, Richardson." in to a sampler for me. It will save a lot of time and repitition.
Griffith is about 8.5 pounds these days and his little cheeks are getting full. Not to mention the tan he has from the walks we take (yes, yes, we realize that the sun is bad for you and he wears a hat and has a shade over him. He gets a little sun nonetheless.) Griffith has learned to laugh which is the most magical sound you can imagine. Without exaggeration, he chuckles at the things that he thinks are funny. He still has the most incredible temper and will go from absolutely asleep to wide awake, arching his back and screaming. Jay says that it is 10 percent hunger and 90 percent mad that you aren't doing what he wants.
We long walk on Sunday with both boys in the stroller. We ate danishes outside at Magee's and toured the entire neighborhood. Who knows what tomorrow will bring? Yesterday Allan and I listened to the old bad blue jay for about 20 minutes. The world is truly a fascinating place.