Yesterday when I visited with Max he was not awake. Once again. I tried to get him to wake up by rubbing his belly and saying in a harsh tones, "Max. Wake up. Max, you wake up!" I called bullshit with that guy. I said in a whisper, so I wouldn't wake any of the other babies up or use inappropriate language in the NICU and get myself kicked out- I said, "Max this is some B.S. because you are never awake when I come see you. And it't not like you have to stay awake for a long time because I'm only in here a half an hour. A half an hour of your life a week, Max. Wake the f*&k up." He just made little faces and went back to sleep. I stopped short of really trying to wake the guy up because he probably needs his baby sleep in order to get bigger and fatter so he can come home and chill with me when I am recovering from surgery. Of course, as soon as my mom and dad went he in woke up. Mais bien sûr.
Good News #1: I think the Big Guy may be closing in on hobby. I don't want to jinx it by saying what it is. But it could keep him a little busy.
Good News #2: The Big Guy is getting a DVR! Not because he wants one, but because with the new TV he bought his old DirectTV box isn't compatible. Finally.
Good News #3: Kristen's husband came over and looked and my pool and said, "It's not that bad." And said he could get a filter and get the pool up and going AND he would install and it would only take like ten minutes! Definitely this week's hero.
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