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May 07, 2006
Eli's ten weeks old
Ten weeks. That's 2 1/2 months. Eli, according to clothing manufacturers, you *should* be wearing 0-3 month clothing. Can you explain to me, then, why it is that I tried to put a brand new pair of pajamas on you last night that were 3-6 months in size, and once your feet were in I couldn't pull them up over your shoulders? They were new pajamas.
You are a long boy. LONG. And it doesn't look like you will be slowing down anytime soon. Maybe you're trying to catch up to Gus sooner rather than later, so you can start tickling HIS face as he does yours a gazillion times a day. Gus loves to shower attention on you with kisses and loving words, but the hand... he can't keep it away from your face. It's impossible to be upset with him because most of the time he says something like, "He's cah-uuuuuuteeee!" (=cute) He loves you. Love bites. Love bleeds... Def Lepard knew. You'll know it, too.
Your smiles and coos are to die for. Heart-melting. It's creations way of making sure we stay deep in love with you, for how can we deny undeniable cuteness? We're drawn in forever. You've got us for the long haul. It seems like you're starting to mimic us a bit more, for when we say coo, you say coo, too.
In fact, John said it sounded like you said 'haiku', so we've decided you've said your first word at the age of 2 1/2 months.
Sleep. Well, in order to keep in the 75th-90th percentile for height, you've got to eat. A lot. All the time. But you've got to sleep to gain energy, too, so you're definitely doing more of that. I still need to watch what I eat, and try not to eat too much of anything untested, and that allows you some straight hours of sleep. I'm thinking your longest stretch to date is 4 hours. Gus seems to be sleeping better, too. Perhaps he's used to your waking up now. Whatever the cause, we're thankful.
You're settling into daycare now, with Gus' help. The new way to soothe Gus when we drop you off is to have him take the milk and put it in the fridge. He is so proud to be such a good helper, carrying three bottles by himself nonetheless. Speaking of milk...you were drinking three, and on Friday you drank four. Don't scare me, my love...I'm still pumping more than you eat during the day, so I'm freezing some milk, but there may come a day when you eat me out of house and boob. I'm up for the challenge.
This you should know, we love you so, and are so thankful that we've had ten amazing weeks with you. What will you do next??
Posted by janna at May 7, 2006 11:15 PM