Maren, David, Declan and Puck seem to be doing fine. In the little more than a week that we have visited with them, Declan has gone from less than three hours between feedings to more than three. Clear progress, with the eventual goal of sleeping through the night a now obtainable goal. Life here in Boston is not super exciting. Except on the weekend, we are not darting out to see all of the sights. Pretty much just hanging around the old homestead. Anne and I begin each day at our Air B&B, walk to breakfast and then head over to Maren and Dave’s place. Anne is the real boon on this visit, whom Maren has dubbed the baby-whisper. Me not so much. When Declan is in a good mood, I can hold him and also hold my own, but when his mood turns south either Anne, Dave or Maren swoop into the rescue. Not sure though who they are rescuing, Declan, me or maybe both. I try to make up for this by going shopping. When the going gets tough, the tough go shopping, mainly groceries and household goods. Anne has stained the mahogany railing top on their new front railing. That took the required three trips to the hardware store. I’ve done some of the cooking, but David has a flair for the kitchen, and I like his cooking better. We walk with Puck two out of the three times each day. Mainly, we hangout all day with Maren and Declan, while Dave works from home in the basement. Dinner is the highpoint of the day and lately, with Declan’s help all four of us have been able to sit down and eat together. A quiet life, family life, full of life’s little pleasures.