I can't believe that Will has been alive for two whole months! (as of yesterday)
He had his 2 month appointment, complete with shots. We both cried. Angry baby wailing is completely different than injured baby wailing. And Will's injured baby wail breaks my heart.
But all is well. Here are his stats:
Weight: 13lbs. 1/2oz. 80%
Height: 22 3/4in. 50%
Head: Can't remember.... 50%
Our little chunker is growing fast.
He slept through the night last night. (Yay!) He was in bed from 10:30-8:00.
How much of that was sleeping... we'll never know.
But Mama was feeling good with a hearty 7-8 hours of hardcore sleepage.
Will really is so wonderful.
He is super smiley in the mornings.
He has super strong legs and likes to be standing most of the time.
He does little dances where his legs are straight but he bobbles his hips around. Super cute.
He hates taking a bottle. He's been having bottle lessons with Grant lately. No luck yet.
He screams "Hun-geeeee!!" when he's hungry... or angry... or hot.
He is quite the chunker and so I find myself picking lint out of his baby rolls a lot.
He still has quite the serious forehead.
He's the best baby in the world.
Except for right now because he's crying in his crib and I want to make him feel better... but can't.
Darn that crying-themselves-to-sleep stage.