Connor's 2-month Check-Up

Chunky Charlie strikes again. ;-) The pediatrician saw him and called him a "bruiser" because of his size, teasing him about not growing up too fast. She also laughed at how much he wiggled and warned me I was going to have my hands full with a very active toddler. Then, with a glance at the girls who were with me today, assured me I would do just fine. Connor is healthy and growing well (pediatrician's pat on my back for awesome mommy milk, 1lb 12oz in only 3 weeks!). He jumped up a percentile group for his height and weight measurements.

Height: 23.5" (+3" since birth, 75th percentile)
Weight: 13lbs 11oz (+3lbs 14oz since birth, 90th percentile)

I can't even begin to compare his measurements to the girls', who were only about 10-11lbs at this point (height was comparable). If Connor keeps growing like the weed he's currently imitating, he might be heavier than Megan by his 2nd birthday (it doesn't help that Megan is scrawny, still under 30lbs at 3 1/2 years old). People might think he's only a year younger than the girls rather than three years younger!

But, who knows... the girls didn't really reach their actual "growth curve" until 6 months. Only time will tell (just as only time will tell if he keeps his blue eyes or if they turn brown like Cady's did around 1-year).

Urgent Care (+Pictures!)

Last night, as I made dinner, Cadence arranged our four folding chairs and two wooden high chairs into a jungle gym and attempted to climb all over it as I worked on cleaning the kitchen. Since she got down when I told her, I did not immediately swoop in and disassemble the makeshift playplace. Turn my back for a moment, then I hear a hard thumb sound followed by screaming. *sigh* She'd climbed right back onto the chairs and in the process of climbing over the back of one, lost her balance and fell into the TV table.

As I usually do over minor bumps and scrapes, I dutifully moved the hair away from the area she indicated was hurt so I could pretend to scrutinize the non-existent boo-boo and send her on her way so I could return to my original task. Unfortunately, instead of a goose-egg, I saw a fair amount of blood underneath her hair. Great... In the end, the resulting head wound was just big enough (mostly deep enough) I wasn't sure whether to take her in or not. So I called James home to get his opinion (he only had an hour left of his shift). He agreed it was big enough that getting it seen was reasonable, so on to urgent care we went. The doctor cleaned and treated the wound. Even she was on the fence about whether or not to do anything else for it, but in the end we decided on one staple "just in case". If you're curious, picture of the final product can be seen here.

And now, pictures from the past month now that I finally have them on my computer: