Back to the Casino

Henrik is breathing through nasal canulas!!!  His nurse, Susan, persuaded the doctors to give it a try.  This is the same nurse who has furtively worked with Henrik to help him breath by taking off the cpap to massage his face, with the intended side effect of seeing if he could breath on his own for a while; he could. 
We went in this afternoon.  I had not seen Henrik since Monday, so I thought at first glimpse that he was on Casino Breathing, but thought I was seeing things until Nurse Susan announced the good news to us!  He did quite well and seemed much more comfortable on the canulas than the cpap.  Anders was the same way.  Henrik desaturated only at the very end when he wanted to eat.  It was so nice and calm, and he took the change in stride. 
I'm not sure about all of the items that Henrik will have to check off his list in order to get transferred to a special care nursery in Sugar Land, which would spare us the traffic, congestion, and expensive parking of the TMC, but I know he has to be able to self-regulate his body temperature, which I believe happens between 3 and 4 pounds, I think closer to four pounds.  When he can self-regulate then he'll be out of the isolette.  The insurance paid for a transfer last time, so I hope they will again, but we had union insurance last time. 
Henrik's fast progress has been remarkable.  If he can be in Sugar Land by the time that we are both back at work on January 6, that would be a huge weight off our minds. 
We can see that Henrik and Anders look like different babies now that the cpap is gone.  They really did look eerily similar while he was on the cpap.  We thought that we had access to a fold in time that allowed us to return to 2009 whenever we visited Henrik.  Now we can see, and we do agree that Henrik looks more like me than did Anders at this age.  Anders continues to look more like Anna than me.  Yet, the Peterson Brothers look more like each other than anyone else, but they are not time warp twins anymore. 
Tonight as Anders was on the toilet talking to me he said, "Everything is different in Vietnam. They have different manners." 
I thought I was talking to Walter Sobchak.  I felt like saying, "What has anything got to do with Vietnam?!" 
One of Anders' friends, the only one who moved with him from the Transition Room (3 yr olds) to Kindergarten, is moving away next week.  Anders said he made her mad today when he learned the news.  We could tell it was tough for him since he was telling us about it, since he doesn't usually share those things with us.  Distancing himself from Addison in that manner reminded me of how I was especially mean to my friend Luke in 7th grade before he moved away.  Moving away is so hard on both those leaving and those left behind. 
I hate to end on that note, so the weather remains pretty sweet.  I am always thankful for any day without vicious heat or stifling humidity.