The 1700's are boring.

So Max shot right past the 1700's and was weighed in at 1805g today (4lbs).  He is now way over double his birth weight and he's just adorably massive. We spent a good amount of time with him today and got to have a few staring contests with the little guy until he ate, fell asleep, and then fussed for a while.  Overall, he's still doing quite well and still progressing nicely.  His feeding tube now goes through his nose, so he dips less when he's being fed because the nurses no longer need to put a tube in and out of his mouth during the process.  He hates it, of course, but seems to be managing as well as he can with it.  He's still a little Fusspot, but the amount of energy he has and dedicates toward telling us off seems like a blessing in disguise. He's phenomenal in his crankiness, but is also very cuddly and serene when he gets what he wants.  *cough*likehisdad*cough*.  Brienne and Rafael both gave Max the first kisses on his head - after the nurses gave the ok - and were both a bit misty eyed for a bit afterwards. Max is, as usual, amazing.