Leo Saracino is sleeping...

Leo and Eva, our new darling children made a transfer from the General's ICU to the Civic Hospital's Rich Little Special Care Unit. In other words, they took a ride in an ambulance through the city, apparently stopped for some Burger King on the way, and made it ok to their new temporary homes. As you can see here, there's no doubt my darling son didn't flinch and inch. We were there last night for some feeding, and I was delighted to observe their very different personalities some more. I fed Eva last night, and she slammed about 4o mls of food like a college kid chugging beer in Daytona Beach during spring break. Leo is a fussy guy, and prefers for you to tell him how incredible he looks and is doing, while holding him, before he agrees to have some growing juice. I'm very much like this, as I'm sure anyone in my family will tell you. My mom laughed when I told her this, because I still do this thing when we get together for family dinners. Before I touch a morsel on my plate, I insist that my parents, and my wife, stroke my ego a bit. If they do it right, I'll begin the feast. Anyways, they're the hits of the Neonatals everywhere.