4 Pound 4 Please

When I studied in England during my junior year of college, we frequented a small pub in the Beeston neighborhood of Nottingham called the Greyhound.  The lunch special was fish 'n chips and a pop for 4 pounds and four pence and the stern woman at the till said, "Four pounds four please" all day.  Today Henrik is four pounds four!  If you want to read the part about how I got into a confrontation with that lady over Pepsi v. Coke and Dan Seeley talked me down, then scroll back four years and read about the day Anders hit 4.4.
In the last few days Henrik has (deep breath)...moved from a crib to an isolette, moved from a cpap to nasal cannula, had his feeding tube removed, started taking a bottle, broken the four pound barrier, and passed his eye test (he actually passed on Jan. 8, but no one told us until Friday).  He's on 1.5 liters of O2, and he has taken as much as 10 mils of formula on his own.  I only caught the tail end of Anna feeding him today as I was with Anders, but he seems to understand the suck and breath process, even if he doesn't have much stamina yet.  I get the feeling that it will be a bit smoother this time as Henrik was not intubated as long and he trusts the process more than Anders did.  Anders had to experiment with all ways other than the correct way before doing what ultimately needed to be done.  Henrik seems more willing to accept what he's told to do, and then work to do it.  I understand how insane this might sound when talking about tiny babies, but if Henrik turns out to be mellow and easily coachable then I'll be a soothsayer.  That's not to say that Anders is not coachable, but I imagine Anders editing the coach's play in the huddle or offering unsolicited feedback as well.
Anders held Henrik for the first time on Saturday.  The first minute went well as Henrik had no idea what was happening, but then being leaned up against Anders sort of freaked him out, and that's why the picture that you may have seen on Facebook looks as it does.  Anders also likes the idea of going to visit Henrik, and sometimes he even likes visiting Henrik.  Saturday's visit was somewhere in the middle.  Today he didn't have much time for Henrik, and I took him to DD for a donut and a 20 oz-er of OJ, which he downed on his own!
Anna spent much of the weekend on Tiki Island with friends for a birthday party and rode horses on Jamaica Beach.  Meanwhile, Trudy got stuck in a durable shopping bag, Anders and I got parked in by a cement mixer at Whataburger, and Anders ordered me around in the kitchen as I made cookies for the first time.  Anders has much more experience than I do.
It's a beautiful day today in the high 70s and sunny.  
Also of note: Henrik has been out nine weeks today.  He's been at Memorial Hermann Southwest for four weeks as of today.  On Wednesday, his age will be 35 weeks adjusted.  Henrik looks more like Anders every day, I even noticed a small wave in his hair today.  I already call Henrik "Anders" about 50% of the time, and it's only going to get worse I imagine as they grow more and more similar.
I may not be writing again for a while.  The only reason I had time today was because it is a three day weekend and Anders is napping.  Well, til February!