Welp, we came home from the hospital 2 weeks ago, after getting Mr. Boy's NJ tube put in (tube from his nose to his intestines for feeding) and we had one horrible week of vomiting, diarrhea, sickness, fussiness and teething, due to the new tube as well as 4 vaccine shots he got which made him ill, plus living with the fear of the tube coming out every moment. And then... one week of fabulousness. The weather is finally nice, so this week we've been taking Mr. Boy out on walks in the evening. Last night David and I looked at each other and said, "We finally feel like a normal family." And earlier this week I said, "I finally feel free!" We've been living these past months tip-toeing around our house and our son, too afraid to move for fear of a scream or some outburst we couldn't explain because there are just so many possibilities for the eruption of tears. But now we think we've got him mostly figured out, and now he likes to play with toys! It took 6 months, but Mr. Boy is finally the developmental age of a 3.5 month old (due to his premature birth), so we are now getting to enjoy the delights of babyhood.