Help: It Leaks
Wednesday 10.17.07It’s 7:48 a.m.
Both my children are still asleep.
……. !!!
One wonders if the rapture has happened: are you feeling more ethereal and didn’t tell me? Actually it’s the wonders of a preschool nature walk combined with some serious evening playroom time/couch jumping/running around bizerko hopped up on a dinner of M’n'Ms for JJ, while for Little A it was a morning of shots then screaming in the afternoon while Ma made a cheesecake (which is now dubbed the King of Pain cheesecake because that’s what Little A thinks he is: him and Sting) and then watching brother in his cracked-out state.
Yes, poor Little A had his doctor’s appointment yesterday. I was actually excited to go in because I felt like I had prepared well: he can roll over, he’s very alert, and he’s feeling (dare I say it) pudgy. Well, two out of three ain’t bad.
STATS
- 25 inches – 50th percentile
- can’t remember head size, but it’s 25th percentile
- 12lbs 15oz – 10th percentile
Stinkin.10th.percentile. I thought we did so much better than that! Apparently I need to start buying the gallon jugs of milk at the store instead of the half gallon, cause I must be weak: the kid’s feelin’ heavy to me! Or at least heavier. His cousin who is a mere six days old only has to put on 3lbs 12oz at his own four month check to pass Little A: not much of a feat since he’s already gained back all of his birth weight. Overachiever. 
AND Little A was weighed a) directly after I fed him breakfast and 2) before he chose to pee ALL over the scale. While we were talking with the nurse about how he had peed all over Dr. Tami right after he was born. And how he peed all over Hubby that very morning. And how he had projectile-pooped at 6am the previous morning (I was not harmed in the incident, but our diaper basket took a hit from the drive-by pooping).
We moved him to the table to be examined, and he yarfed. Twice. Hello: this one is defective – it’s sprung a leak.
I suppose I could be productive with this time of solitude. Or I could finish watching Sting all decked out in his Dune gear: with hair like that, he really must be the King of Pain – or maybe he’s just trying to share his pain, cause seriously: ouch.
The grass is so luscious and green on the other side…trust me…my left arm and back and neck will never be the same thanks to my “off the charts” boy (though I know how heavy each baby feels is relative to THEM). I go into all of Henry’s appt’s mentally crossing my fingers that he hasn’t gained any weight.
Drive by pooping, hehe. Both of my kids have been “tiny” and that isn’t all bad. Just think, little A can wear the same clothes for years. (heehee) Kate is still wearing 12 month pants and she’s almost 2. Lot’s of bang for the buck if you buy the appropriate aged (as opposed to sized) clothes and let them swim in them for awhile.
(and you can have the younger nephew “hand up” clothes to A) 
I laughed out loud at the “It’s defective” crack. I have a defective one too. My problem is she will be fifteen in six days. Some days I just want take her back.