We finally took the little fella home today (Oliver was born a little early, so had to log some extra time at the hospital). But all is well and we got the green light to take him home. The fateful meeting between him and his big sister has finally taken place, and -- so far -- Charlotte has been absolutely wonderful with him (she's fond of waddling up to his basket and chirping "HI, BABY!", and has even managed to say his name, though it comes out sounding more like Ahhwuvuuuh). She hasn't tried to engage him in any Greco-Roman wrestling or tiny hand-to-hand combat as initially feared,....although maybe she's still waiting for the right opportunity. In the interim, it seems détente has been successfully achieved.
I'd like to thank those of you who've left such nice messages and sent your best wishes. I'll have my hands full for a while, but don't let that dissuade you from regularly checking out Flaming Pablum. Coming soon: my reasoned assertion that Jane's Addiction was invariably way better than whomever your favorite band is (unless your favorite band happens to be Killing Joke, of course) and my Top Ten List of Things That Really Suck! Get excited for those.
Must run now, though, as it's bath time for little people!
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