My daughter and I made Valentine’s for her grandparents and godparents and then talked about sending them in the mail. I told her we’d go to the post office.
“…and then bring them home?” she asked.
No, sweetie, we leave mail at the post office and then the postman brings it to the right person’s house.
Fast forward several days to Valentine’s Day. I tell her it is Valentine’s Day, a day to celebrate love, etc. We talk about Daddy being her Valentine and I asked if her little brother would also be her Valentine.
In a comically confused and concerned voice, she whispered:
“Leave him at post office?”
Toddler: (climbing off her toddler bed; whump; falls on floor; cries a little)
Me: Are you okay, sweetie? What did you hit?
Toddler: The floor!
In other baby news, Junior started his swim “lessons.” They offer free lessons from two to six months’ so he goes in the pool when his sister has her lesson. It is so funny to watch them together. Who would have thought that the same parents and the same parenting could produce two such different children?
Junior just chills. Someone is holding me and it is not mommy? Oh, well…she seems nice. She’s lifting me up? Nice view. Now I’m under water? No problem.
He’s now three months’ and 18 POUNDS. Not sure how tall, but really tall. I’ll find out in a couple of weeks. Pictures coming soon.
While most of us prefer to lose, rather than gain weight, chubby is good for a newborn–allowing one of the few acceptable opportunities for otherwise un-p.c. jokes.
Junior’s large size (10 lbs, 4 oz at birth) has prompted a number of zingers. The best one, so far, comes from one of DH’s co-workers.
How big was he at birth again? And how big was the baby he ate?
Got your own chubby baby joke?
Or do you want to hazard a guess about how big he’ll be at his two month appointment on 10/30? Here are some clues: He weighed in at 13 lbs, 10 oz and measured 24.25 inches at his one month appointment. And here are pictures of him from a week ago on 10/23 (I’ll even include one with me and with an infant car seat for reference).
I’ll post his weight early next week…
Junior went to his one month appointment last week and he is large and in charge! He weighed in at 13 lbs, 10 oz and measured 24.25 inches.
The nurse asked if it was his three month appointment. Nope, one month. She jut looked at me funny and left the room.
The pediatrician, who calls Junior “Moose,” kept asking about my height (5’4″ and change) and Daddy’s height (5’8″ if we’re being generous). I told him that the rest of my family is quite tall but that did not seem to satisfy him. “How about the paternal grandfather?” About the same as Daddy.
Captain Dad joked that the next question was, “How tall is the milk man?”
Being big has its advantages. His neck control is already amazing. He’s a real content baby and just likes to spend time with his family. He already will sleep a 5-6 hour stretch at night. Before anyone says, “Lucky you!” let me just say I deserve an easy baby after Diva the Kid. I firmly believe that all babies are “good” babies, just some are more challenging than others. And they do not come much more challenging than my darling diva. Just know that she grew into a sweet, though still spirited, toddler so there is a light at the end of that tunnel!
Junior also loves his bath–especially his scalp massage at the end. He’s really cuddly and loves to hang out on someone’s lap. He’s a real charmer, smiling and cooing already.
Kinda like “Deep Thoughts,” but not as funny.
Junior smells just like his Daddy. No, not the bottom half. The top of his head, specifically, smells just like my husband. And when I breathe in the scent, I’m just flooded with love for both of them.
One of the advantages of having a big baby is that you do not have to worry he was switched at birth…because, y’know, it isn’t like they switched him with the other ten and a quarter pound newborn at the hospital.
I guess the reason I looked like I was carrying twins is because I was carrying the equivalent of two healthy-sized twins.
This morning we had Diva the Toddler’s two year well-baby (a month late) and brought along her sidekick, Junior the Jotunn (aka Bruiser). After waiting for an hour or so to see the doctor, we found out that Diva is indeed EXTREMELY TALL (35.5 inches, 90th percentile) and SKINNY (36 lbs, 50th percentile) and generally a healthy little toddler.
The doctor asked how many words she could say. The child can identify at least five different species of duck (Hooded Merganser, Teal, Buffalo Head, Mallard, and Red Breasted Merganser) and speaks in complete sentences. Seriously, I couldn’t even count the number of words she knows.
For the first time, she had absolutely no problem at the doctor’s office, a step up from at least staying quiet long enough at the cardiologist. No more doctor phobia! We let her bring her duck and her pillow and her “bops.” The doctor asked if we were planning on ditching the paci soon. We only give it to her when she is sleeping or at the doctor’s…and I’m not ready to take it away at night yet. I am so happy she sleeps 11 hours straight, and now is not the time for me to have a few sleepless nights. So the paci at night stays for the meantime. Diva barely flinched during her shots, and so we gave her ice cream at home (and didn’t even have to bribe her in advance).
Since we were already there, we asked if they could weigh Junior so he would not have to come back in two days and wait another hour just for a weigh-in. I was fairly confident he had gained weight and would be at least close to his birth weight. Earlier that morning I got on the scale and weighed
a freakin’ ton 25 pounds less than my full pregnancy weight. Then, I picked up Junior and weighed still way too much ten and a half pounds more. At the office, Junior clocked in at 10 lbs 6 oz, two ounces over his birth weight at only eight days old!
Not surprising since he’s been breastfeeding almost every waking moment. And, if his sister’s growth is any indication, I make some fatty breastmilk.