
He had a rash, which could have been a sign of a virus, so we got to forgo shots for that time being. Once the rash is completely gone, we'll go get more shots. Yay.
He is 33lbs (off the charts). 33 inches tall (95%). One pound per inch. That is a lot of baby for mama to love.
He is making mama worry because he's not that talkative. I have resigned myself to worrying forever. And he can say mama (usually when there is distress involved like daddy doing the bath wrong), dada (ALL too often), cacker (cracker), ah ah (like the sound you make when the dog does something you don't want her to), Ewwa (Ella) and Nuh-Nuh (this I am not sure if its no-no or night night as it usually comes out when I say "You wanna go night night?" He responds, "Nuh Nuh" so either that's a "YES night night please" or a "no-no". He doesn't say it all that emphatically and he doesn't fight bedtime so I am thinking its night night).
I can vividly remember Ella at about two starting to come to us when she was tired and saying, "NIGHT NIGHT. Niiiiiight niiiiiight!" Like put me to bed already you two dolts!
Though he doesn't really say much, he is a groaner. Uhhhh uhhhhhh uhhhhhh. He'll follow me around and I never can tell what exactly he wants ... attention, to be picked up, food, drink, a beer ... what? Talking would be helpful here. So i offer pretzels :) He is a vigorous nodder. So now he nods yes big time. So big time that occasionally momentum gets the better of him and backwards he topples.
All I can say is chunky or not, talking or not, I LOVE LOVE LOVE that boy. We are so lucky to have him and we try to remember that every day and every night. Even last night when he got his chubby little foot wedged in his crib slats and just could not pull it together for at least an hour after. I'd rock him, he'd drift off, then he'd rememember the pain and suffering and ramp up again. I felt bad for chuckling at him but it was not a serious career ending injury! He is a LOT like his dad.
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