finally home

We knew we were heading home today and were understandably anxious.  We asked lots of question, stocked up on supplies ('stole' is more like it, but with the understanding approval of the staff), received the "go ahead" from a couple of docs, filed some papers, bid the amazing staff good-bye, stocked up on meds, and were finally ready to load the kids into the car seats.  As I arranged the boys in the seats and adjusted the straps, for some reason words "NASA", "space" and "monkeys" were going through my mind.  After the loot... errr supplies were loaded into the cart, the boys onto the cart, and mom into a chair, we were on our way.

Of course, this being Friday, nearly 5pm, "on our way" was more of a concept than a literal truth.  The boys, however, were totally cool with moving at astonishing 8 miles per hour, with an amazing view of Oregonian clouds crawling past in the rear window.  In their usual manner, Beresh slept and Zev occasionally let us know he was there.  Better still, as the feeding time came and went, the boys continues to enjoy the ride, as I fought an occasional urge to pull over and check on them when they were too quite.

Not long after we were home.  Our dear friends (you know who you are!) were waiting for us at our place, with some additional supplies and willing to lend a hand moving things and people into the house.  The boys were introduced to their crib (sharing one for a time), positively palatial compared to their hospital sleeping arrangements.  The kids were fed, swaddled, and put to sleep.

Among firsts today - the first car ride, arrival home, a shared large crib, and vomiting on dad - performed cheerfully by Ben, who overestimated his consuming capabilities a bit.  I felt initiated.

I should also mention, that while I have had poop on my hands already, I have not yet been properly shat upon.  It is only a matter of time, I am sure.  An attempt has been made (by Zev, I think) to projectile-piss on me during a diaper change, but his aim was off.  A flaw that shall have to be remedied - such lack of aim is simply unacceptable, especially for a weapon that is practically an extension of self.

While not a global 'first', another significant event was Alla's first raw fish sushi in about nine months.  Here Alla's sister Victoria takes the credit.  With everyone fed and somewhat rested, I was given leave for a few hours while Alla's mom helped.  Following that - we settled in for the first night at our place.