The REAL Last Supper (Maybe)

Today we got some bad news. Elliott, how had previously been the eating champion of the two, was not eating well enough to be discharged from the NICU. So we had to leave the guys at the hospital for another day.



They inserted a feeding tube for Elliott to help him eat a little easier. With a little luck we may be able to take them home tomorrow but it's still not guaranteed.



After spending the afternoon with them at the hospital -- where I got to change the messiest diaper of my very short diaper-changing career -- we came back home to nap for a bit. Afterwards Jen and Lauren took the nurse's orders and went out for a pedicure. No, seriously. I'm not sure if they treat it like a consolation prize for not getting to take the boys home but they said we should make the most of these last moments before they come home.

Jen and Lauren got pedicures, I stayed home and did nothing, one of my favorite relaxation activities.



For dinner I made this sort of Provencal style zucchini stew with olive oil, garlic, onion, three types of zucchini from the farm, potato, tomato, salt, pepper, and chopped parsley. I served it over cooked quinoa with chopped scallion from the farm. It actually came out far better than I'd expected and used up a good portion of the summer squash that we are soon to be drowning in.





I poured some preferred wine for the ladies after they were drenched in a downpour on their way home from the pedicurist (or whatever you call those people). For Lauren I poured a specially-purchased sweet wine for her which she declared was good because it tasted "like Kool Aid." Jen had another half glass of her preferred rose which she nursed over the course of two or three hours.

They're some pretty wild ladies.



For myself I poured an Old Curmudgeon Ale from Founders Brewing Co. The other day I celebrated a beer that signified Elliott's personality. Today, I picked a beer that represented mine. It was extremely tasty even for an old curmudgeon like me.

Tonight we are getting ready to watch Back to the Future II and hope that the guys can return home with us tomorrow to watch the final installment of the trilogy. After a full week at the hospital it sure would be great to have them at home.

I think I'm probably being incredibly naive and tempting fate by saying this but: it will be a lot easier when they're at home.

I'll try to ignore the laughing of the experienced parents out there as they read this.