Happy Thanksgiving!

Henrik finally had a blowout poop yesterday!  Otherwise, he was steady.  He's slowly getting weened off of humidity, when he is down to 0% then we will be able to hold him.  His brain scan will be either today or tomorrow, and it's an ultrasound not a CT scan. 
Grandma Ingrid flew to Texas in style.  She missed her connection in KC because she was knitting, getting paged, ended up leaving the security cordon, tried to talk her way back in, which did not work, so she missed her flight.  Fortunately, she got on another flight that rerouted her through Love Field and even more fortunately she did not have to leave the plane in Dallas!  She sat through the Southwest Airlines Bus Stop, and was on to Houston.
Traffic wasn't bad yesterday in the H, except at Hobby Airport.  There were multiple traffic cops, Hobby rentacops, and even an ambulance with sirens blaring.  This craziness, however, made the perfect pickup possible.  As I creeped into the pickup zone, I saw Mom hiding behind a rental car courtesy bus.  I stopped close-ish to the curb, got out of the car, jogged toward Mom as the rentacop yelled at me (I pretended not to hear him, which is easy with my rapidly deteriorating hearing), miraculously she heard me, we got her loaded and we were off to the hospital for Grandma to meet Henrik. 
Anders was in tow, which means we brake for hand sanitizer and water fountains.  Anders and Henrik had a now typical interaction.  Anders yelled hello at his isolette and Henrik covered his ears.  Yet, Henrik was glad to see his brother.  Anna and I had visited earlier in the afternoon and the only thing that cheered Henrik up was mention of Anders.  I did another song and dance number with Brother Bear, which Henrik disliked.  That set the tone for the visit.  He employed the MN Steve Doctrine: "No Touching!" throughout the visit.  Henrik was stretching out quite a bit more yesterday.  Today Henrik is 27.1, which is the exact age at which Anders arrived.  Henrik's weight is up to 1 lb 11 oz, only 1.5 oz less then his weight when he was born. 
We aren't going to the zoo this year as has become our Thanksgiving tradition because every day now is a zoo, across Cambridge Street from the Houston Zoo.  We are having Thanksgiving at home with The Grandmas. 
Happy Thanksgiving to all!  We are thankful for our sons and so much more!