Didn't I just write this post? No, wait, that was the TWO WEEK update. Thankfully, time is flying. One day when I'm old and gray I'll wish it weren't, but for this moment and season, it's a great thing.
Carson went for his 2 month check up today. Height 23.something--75th percentile. That's amusing to me, that Jesse and I would have a child well into the 75th percentile for height at any point in his life! Weight 12.2 lbs. 50th percentile. Head circumference--who cares.
Kaitlin went for her 4 yr old appointment (a bit early) and now weighs a whopping 29.5 pounds and is I think 39 and a half inches tall. She's back down in the 3rd percentile for weight (almost the 10th, though) and 50th for height. So I guess she thought that means she and Carson could share pants (see pic). Not yet, his are a bit short on her, but the sad thing is, he will outweigh her probably around his 2nd birthday. At least the situation isn't reversed, though, huh?
Sleeping--Carson--yes, many nights 6-8 hours between feedings. Sometimes just 3-4, but at least he knows what night time is and is ready to go to bed every night by 8ish. That is, until this week when got some blasted medicine that makes him extremely gassy. So we've reverted to the 4 week old sleep habits but I know it's only temporary. Different medicine on order as I type, thank GOD.
And maybe I should erase that last paragraph because (can I get an "AMEN" here?) every time. Every single time. EVERY SINGLE TIME I brag on him for doing something good ("Oh, he's hardly crying now!" "He's warming up to his car seat" "He slept through the night last night!") he stops doing it. So I find myself superstitious and I am so NOT superstitious, but you would be, too, if it meant another hour of sleep and the trade off is you have to keep your mouth shut about how well he did last night. And if I do talk, now I feel like I have to preface it with "Well, this might all change tonight, but he just...XYZ..." Otherwise we'll have an awful morning or something to make up for the fact that I forgot to throw in the little superstitious disclaimer. Ridiculous, I know.
Smiling and cooing. Yes! All the time. Especially at 4 AM, as though to say "I'm sorry for waking you up, but I'll be irresistable to make it worth your while." The only reason we moms keep our newborns around and some degree of sanity for ourselves. Although, sane becomes a very relative term during this season of life.
Couple questions about the pediatrician's office. First of all, when did they all get to be younger than me? What the heck can these young men think they know about babies? Ha ha. Second, why is the pediatrician the ONLY doctor where you consistently wait an hour for your appointment to start, even when you show up on time? You'd think in the 30+ years since I've been visiting a pediatrician, somebody would have solved this problem. Because I definitely remember some marathon waits back in Dr. Regan's office growing up. But it's even worse now... now they make you keep the door shut ("privacy laws") when you get back to the room where the actual exam takes place--so you can't even shoot the docs and nurses dirty looks as they pass your room and wash their hands 300 times. Rivals the DMV, except thankfully I don't need a new driver's licence every 2 months. Although if they catch me driving with half my body contorted into the back seat to keep the pacifier in my baby's mouth they just may sentence me to repeated visits. Come to think of it, let's do that for drunk drivers.
In other news, I shouldn't complain about my job as the mom of the household because I might get outsourced soon by Kaitlin. She is already Carson's pacificer-replacer, diaper-fetcher, burp-cloth monitor, cry-radar, smile-getter, and outfit-chooser. I have to pull up a chair every time I bathe him so she can watch. (oddly, no questions about the male/female difference yet. Look for that post soon!). She totally digs being Mommy Jr. Only now she's really making a run for my head-of-the-house-female position, as she decided to fold laundry yesterday. See pic above...I think she did a pretty good job! I feel like the doctors on Grey's Anatomy, competing for a surgery so they don't lose their jobs in the hospital merger--I'm competing with my 3 yr old for housework!
Her little memory is incredible. It's taken her all of about 15 tries to memorize the entire Pledge of Allegiance. She still says ...and to the "weplublic" with an extra "L" which is super adorable, but she's got it other than that. Indivisible = no problem for her!
Thanks for reading my loooooong update. This is what you get when you combine a stay at home Mommy with a computer that has no minute-limit and an audience of ANY size, animate or inanimate. Cheers!
