Beginning of the Middle

Henrik remains 2lbs. 4oz.  The NNP said he will be on cpap for another week.  She would suggest that they dial down the machine to a setting of 4 from 5.  He's on 23% O2, so almost room air.  Their feeling was that Henrik is still a little too young and small to thrive on nasal canulas at this point.  He did a great job with me holding him as he never beeped once, not even an "84" reading.  There is really not much to say, Henrik's just steady as it goes. 
The nurses were complaining about their bad insurance, which they couldn't really get over since they work in a hospital.  I commiserated saying that our insurance got worse when we left Anna's union insurance for "open shop" Texas.  Henrik should qualify for Medicaid to makeup the difference according to our social worker.  It really doesn't make sense that unions get demonized since their entire mission is to help average workers live middle class lives.  I think about income inequality much more living in Texas than I ever did before moving here.  I see such fabulous wealth on a daily basis and if you look for it, you can see abject poverty.
We have returned to typical Winter Texas weather as it's 72 and sunny today.  I'm writing this post outside on the front porch, looking out at the changing leaves (it's still technically Autumn).
Anders gave himself a new middle name, "Boom," today as the wrote out the tag on his Christmas book exchange book.  Tomorrow is his class Christmas party.  I'll be making an appearance with my fruit plate among the Moms.  It's been since Ohio that I logged any serious Mom Time.
I got my hair cut today.  Fortunately, the fastidious barber was again working.  The haircut lasted a LONG time, in a good way!  She even had a second act by shaving my neck and ears.  You know you are getting old when 20% of the haircut revolves around getting the hair out of my ears.
Hasta Luego, computer's about to run out of juice...