Here we go....
You both:
- can get around pretty well - neither of you officially crawls, but you're pretty good at army-crawling or otherwise pushing yourselves to where you want to be.
- are starting to work on standing up from a seated position and pull up on everything - your lion toy, mommy's arms and legs, the sofa - whatever is available.
- are teething like mad, and we can feel bumps just under your gums.
- are doing well with formula, four to six ounces every two and a half to four hours during the day. You do solids (two pouches of Plum Organics or Ella's Kitchen) anywhere from one to three times a day - it depends on the day.
Bobby:
- not sure of your exact stats, but a couple of weeks ago, you were 18 pounds, 2 ounces and 28 inches long.
- can take or leave the solids. You would be perfectly happy with just formula.
- is still struggling with sleep apnea. Some nights are good; some nights (like last night), not so much. You sometimes wake up very scared from the episodes.
- gets up on hands and knees and rocks back and forth, then gets very frustrated when he face-plants. You're so close to crawling!
- is making more sounds than he used to - you're getting to sound more like your brother!
- loves his solids! If you feel you haven't had them recently enough, you chomp your jaws at me!
- said his first word on June 21st - I swear. I could swear that he said "mama" a few times. He's said the syllable over and over and over plenty, but this was a specific "mama" when I entered the room. He's done it a few times since, but I've yet to decide whether it's truly a word or just a sound.
- got his first tooth July 5th! You were so upset all day and just would not nap, and a little before dinner Honey Mama (my mom) stuck her finger in your mouth and announced that there was a tooth! It's just poking through on your bottom right. On top of that, you're running a slight fever (100.5) and your ear seems to be bothering you. Dr. Ho says it's a virus. Charming.
- The curls just keep coming - you look just like your Grampus (my dad). He now calls his hair "Jamesie hair" when he doesn't brush it!
- This morning at the doctor you weighed 16 pounds 9 ounces. Catching up with Bobby!
I am exhausted from being up off and on all night with Bobby, who just could not seem to get comfortable, but unfortunately I have to wait for the plumber, because our disposal spontaneously stopped working. It's never boring around here.......
A little chat with Bobber. =)
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