Caution: The following post contains somewhat boring information, so unless you are one of the kids' grandparents or their pediatrician you are probably not interested in the details. I am going to post the info anyway, because this kind of serves as an online baby book for me, so in 6 years when I'm finally getting around to filling out George's real baby book I have this blog to refer to. It's a better system than I had for Henry's baby book, in which I would scrawl the weight/length info after each doctor's appointment on a post-it note and chuck it into the cover of the book.
Anyway, Georgie is 6 months old tomorrow. I took him to the doctor yesterday for his 6 month checkup and zillion shots, which I winced and gritted my teeth through. He weighed in at 15 pounds 8 ounces (25%tile) and was 26 1/2 inches long (50%tile). Now that he is on all formula he has decided to eat approximately 2 bites of solids each day, instead preferring to guzzle formula in record amounts. Everytime I feed him I swear I see dollar signs swirling around in the bottle and into his mouth. He is still the sweetest baby ever (sorry Julia Roberts, I know you said your baby Henry was, but we'll have to agree to disagree on that one!) and has a great little personality.
Have I mentioned Hank's crush on Ariel from the Little Mermaid? He is obsessed with her. I think he's going to have a thing for redheads someday. He just sits by the TV, watching the movie with a little dopey smile on his face. Someday he is going to kill me for posting this information on the internet, but I just have to record it. We also have the CD so we can listen to the music CONSTANTLY in the car, so to make things more interesting after the 100,000th time listening to it I started to belt out "Part of Your World" at the top of my lungs along with sweet-voiced Ariel. "MOMMY!" Hank said. "STOP SINGING! ITS THE MERMAID'S TURN TO SING!". Sheesh. But here's the kicker: I was putting my makeup on yesterday and Hank asked me if he could have some.
Me - "No, makeup is just for girls."
Hank - "Why?"
Me - "It makes us look pretty - see, don't I look pretty now?"
Hank - "Nope."
Me - (Thinking maybe he doesn't really understand what 'pretty' means) "Oh. Do you think the little Mermaid is pretty?"
Hank- (nods excitedly) "yes!"
Crap. He really does know what pretty means.
2 comments:
Your mommy thinks you're prettier than the Little Mermaid! :-)
He is too cute. And Hank is right, you don't need make-up, just a little lobster friend and some singing clams.
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