Life at the hospital was very nice.  The people were all kind to us, the food was good (for hospital food) and it was quiet.  All of that produced an environment highly conducive to sleeping.

The view from our window seemed to help as well.

Both of us had kind of forgotten what it takes to keep a newborn happy.  Here Mason and Teri are working things out.  More like he is telling her what needs to happen.  Imagine that - another child with an opinion.

And here the (not-so) little fellow gets acquainted with Daddy.  If he looks somewhat in shock it's probably because I just sang him the drunken sailor song.

But our swanky hospital stay had to come to an end, so we headed home.