Jesse had his one-month checkup, and, as I expected, he now weighs more than 10 pounds: 10 lbs., 2.5 oz.
He slept pretty much the whole time, except for showing off his baby pushups for Dr. Parente and screaming during his HepB shot.
After a quick trip home, we were off to the vet; Popo has a nasty cut on his face, courtesy of Thunder.
Here’s Jesse sleeping peacefully while Popo cringes in the crate:
Popo still weighs more than Jesse, but not much more — Popo’s only 10 lbs., 10 oz.
Jesse goes to the doctor tomorrow, and I’m betting he clocks in at more than 10 pounds. He eats like Kobiashi, after all.
All that growing means he’s outgrowing clothes at an alarming rate. That’s OK, though — Betsy and Cathy graciously accepted my offer of hand-me-downs, like these cute blue and green Ninja jammies.
We’ll be holding on to one outfit, though: his little brown and blue monkey outfit. It was picked out by his Cousin Elaina and Aunt Amy long before Jesse was born.
It was what he wore on the way home from the hospital.
He also wore it a few days later for his bris (sans pants).
But it hasn’t fit for about two weeks. I washed it a final time and folded it away in his closet (I think there’s still a stain or two, but that’s OK).
Someday I’ll show it to him, and we’ll both marvel over how small he once was.
Not only is he unable to feed himself, dress himself or change himself, but now he’s broken out like a teenager. Poor little guy — at least he hasn’t started talking back, sulking or going over his text limit.
Answering the door is a lot easier than trying to get out the door with a baby, I’ve decided.
That’s why I love Amazon — we’ve had piles of baby gifts delivered, plus diapers, wipes, formula, baby shampoo and anything else that we suddenly realized we needed, like more pacifiers. (Bonus: All those deliveries helped produce moving boxes for Betsy & Tim.)
I’ve also recently started using Peapod for grocery delivery, and I love that 1. The ice cream arrives colder than if I were bringing it home from the store in the car; and 2. Heavy items like cases of water are carried into the house.
I feel like Sandra Bullock in The Net.
Jesse is certainly getting around. Here he is preparing to brave his first trip to Costco with Mom & Dad. In recent days he’s also been to Target, Buy Buy Baby, Trader Joe’s, the entire length of Potomac Mills (over two trips), Whole Foods and the Galleria at Tysons. Such trips are made easier by his penchant for zonking out in the carseat — and we don’t mean riding in the car. He literally falls asleep shortly after we buckle him into the carseat in the house.
(By the way, the best changing areas he’s tested so far were at Buy Buy Baby and the restroom near Ann Taylor at Potomac Mills.)
Jesse has successfully flipped over (from tummy to back, which apparently is the easy one) a few times, but he can get pretty frustrated when things aren’t going as he’d hoped.
Jesse and I need to get matching pajamas. We’ll have to do that on our next shopping trip.
Jesse and I need to get matching pajamas. We’ll have to do that on our next shopping trip.
Jesse really enjoys chilling out in the warm water, and especially loves the sprayer in the kitchen sink.
He really hates it when it’s time to get toweled off, though.
Someone’s getting ready to roll.
“Roll over.”
No, Jesse’s not rolling yet. But he’s getting some serious “tummy time” these days.
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