Six weeks 5 days old

Mr. Evan had a very happy Friday. Today, he slurped down 13 mL (of his 31 mL). I really think he's getting the whole bottling thing down. He was doing a great job of slurping and breathing. I was so proud of him.

Sucking up to Momma - I know she has the goods.

We met the new team of doctors that will be working with Evan for the next month. It was reassuring to hear their plan for Evan: Grow, grow, GROW!! They did try to decrease his respiratory requirement last night, but it proved to be a little too difficult for Evan. Evan was periodically breathing while the doctors were rounding on him this morning so they bumped him back up. This is completely fine as he is on very low requirements anyway.

My Daddy is getting to be quite the diaper pro.

For some reason I have taken to calling Evan Mr. Pants. Not quite sure how that one came to be. This morning, I was warning his day nurse about his behind and she said, "Oh, don't worry, I made a note on my sheet. It says "Launcher"." So Evan and his keister have earned the new nickname of Launcher. Doesn't quite roll of the tongue like Mr. Pants though. Andrew made it through the change above unscathed. Wish I could say the same for the nurse that changed him about an hour after this picture was snapped. She was not so lucky. I'm seriously considering buying an incubator to change Evan in at home. Maybe we'll just do diaper changes in the bathtub...

Happy Friday and Woohoo Weekend!