Going to the pediatrician (even though we love ours) makes me nervous, like a mix of job interview and midterm. But at today's four-month visit, we graded well.
The boy's looking good, and for those who want the stats, he's now 24" (two feet tall!) and 13 lbs 13 oz.
We need to crack down on a static, early bedtime, as well as encouraging him to soothe himself to sleep rather than us doing all the work for him. Of course, when I tried that with his next nap, he went ballistic and now he's napping on my chest. One step forward and two back today, it seems. Better luck to me next time.
Oh and here he is at four months in his birth shirt -- first outfit he wore after his birthday suit.
