Ben had his one month check up last week. Six weeks have actually passed if you can believe it. This here is my - holy cow this is my third baby - face. Have we talked about the fact that I didn't want to have children for a large portion of my life? Kids this is why you should listen to your mama when she tells not to piercethat datehim gotothatparty movethere etc. You don't know what's best for you.
But back to Ben...the boy was 11.5 lbs at his check up, which puts our little darling squarely in the 85% percentile. As in, if there are 10 babies in a room, Tres is bigger than 8 of them. It also means he's in 3-6 month clothes already. This is terra nova for me. The Squirt didn't hit 11 pounds until he was 10 weeks old, Sweet B wasn't there til 8 weeks. My biceps are appreciating the additional weight lifting, but my back is protesting a bit. The kid eats like a champ, sleeps like a champ and spits up like a champ. Remember this? Must run in the family.
Brother love. Squirt is explaining in detail how to make the parrot swing on his perch.
I love how different each of my children are. When I was pregnant with Sweet B and we found out she was a girl, I had more than a few people say to me, "so are you done?!" as if once you have one child of each sex, your parenting experience is complete. I love that these boys came from the same gene pool, are the same sex and are already so different. What a wonder it must be to watch your children grow up into totally unique adults... no two snowflakes are alike ya know.
Thanks for checking in on us. I'm mostly doing really really well, thanks to the help of a great hubs and a few angels who have blessed me with their service and their prayers. I'm planning to be back with a sunroom update for you later this week!
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