Sometimes when my baby goes to bed I find myself looking through pictures of him, hardly able to believe how cute he is. I have to fight off the urge to go and wake him for snuggles. Then I come to my senses and realize that he'll be up any minute wanting me and only me.
He and I took a trip to the family doc this morning for some measurements and vaccinations. He is doing well, though he has only put on three pounds since his last trip-- he now weighs a whopping 16 lbs. 8 oz. and is 28 inches long. This puts him in the 20th percentile for weight and the 90th for height.
He's moving like crazy. He pulls himself up on furniture and today I caught him trying to cruise along the futon once he'd pulled himself up. His father walked at seven months and I feel a little worried that we're headed that direction with this one. Really though, I'd take walking over crawling.
He's a social little thing, charming everyone with his smiles. When I pulled him into my arms after his shots today he turned to the nurse and smiled through his tears at her. She swore she'd never seen anything so cute. I had to agree.
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He really is that cute. And I do the same thing with pictures of Noah after he goes to sleep. :)
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