The Morning Buzz

This morning D-Hawk was clamoring for a bike ride at 8am. DadKV delayed with a variety of tasks, including a haircut. The Hawk responded by insisting that his hair be cut, too. We've been trying to get him to the barber but he says, "I don't like de barbera any more!" so we took the opportunity.
Before.
During (a bit of a cro-magnon look).Happy, as always.Cleaned up.

Haircut!

Leigh continues to do her thing in the NICU:
Not better.
Not better.
Not better.
Not better.
Not better.
Maybe better.
5 am call to let us know she is, in fact, not better.

We're decorating her incubator these days. Rosie the Riveter, in RN attire, is now on 24 hour bedside duty. DHV will soon join her, along with St. Christopher. Documentation of this will follow, date TBD.
DKV has been reading The Wind in the Willows. Leigh falls asleep every time. Unfortunately, so does SHV.

DHV continues to do his thing in the outside world. Mom and Dad took him to get his first hair cut yesterday afternoon - for every "we're thinking about you" we get one, "when are you going to cut THAT?"

Before, hugging his new singing dog.

At the barber shop, from the back.

Snip, snip.
He actually behaved quite well, as long as SHV was singing Wiggles songs.
Ten minutes later our cute "free-range baby"
was transformed into a little boy,
complete with tantrums
and new favorite word,
"MINE!"

Looks at those ears!

"Stuck"

That last post wasn't much of an update, because there's not too much to update around here. Leigh Rutledge is "stuck" or "stalled" right now, stopping and starting her feeds and going up and down on the ventilator.

Leigh occasionally opens her eyes. That's an IV in her scalp.

Mama Bear watching the monitors.

We got a care package yesterday, which included DHV's first Hotwheel.
It did not leave his person until bedtime.

No haircut.
Yet.

Bedhead

When we're not training in the practical arts, like burping or how to survive NASCAR crashes, we hone DHV's deep-cover operative disguise skillset. Here he shows off some fine bedhead, in case he should ever be called on to impersonate a computer programmer who fell asleep at his desk.