This smiley guy turned 40 weeks old.
That means in about 12 weeks he’ll be one. For real.
He has started trying to mimic the sounds we make when we ask him to “say” something. Like dad. He likes to say dad sometimes.
His weight was a bit off last week. I took him back to the doctor and when they weighed him, he was 19 pounds, 5 ounces. The doctor agreed that something must have been off last week – he could have shifted on the scale.
She also agrees that any day now he’ll be off and running. I don’t think we’re quite ready for that, yet.
(His romper was made by my mom. I’m a sucker for seersucker. And stripes. Obviously.)