Max trains his parents.

It's now been around 2 weeks since we brought Max home. It's been lovely.  It's also been quite a learning experience.  It's obvious to us now that new parents really have no clue what to expect. Suddenly, we don't have machines going boop and beep to tell us if anything's going on with him. We can't rely on the steady, watchful gaze of a nurse to look out for hiccups or problems arising with the little guy. We don't have the luxury of going out together for a quiet evening in a restaurant or a movie theater. Even grocery shopping has become a solo, expedited effort.  We still wouldn't trade it for the world. We're slowly learning his moods; they vary from sleepy-happy to sleepy-sad. They're not the same moods he had in the NICU or at HSC; he has definitely done a lot of developing since then. When he is awake, he tends to be curious about his surroundings and has been a pleasant companion to both Mum and Dad. Feeding him is a lengthy process, but it affords us some much missed bonding time with the little guy. Because of this, he's become a bit spoiled and fusses a bit here and there when we try to put him in his own chair or into his crib when he doesn't believe it to be nap time. Overall, however, the couple of  weeks at home have been spectacular and we look forwards to the many more weeks we get to spend with him as he grows and learns about this weird, wonderful world we've brought him into.