Week Three

Did someone mention lunch?

As we round the corner on week three, there has been a consistent theme that revovles around food...eating, more eating, and eating some more.

So, Gabe has earned the nickname of "Lil Piggers." He snorts madly when he is hungry and roots for any available nipple. I can only meet his need about half to three quarters of the time so we do offer him a bottle as well. He does love his bottle (chow for very little work).

He is becoming more bright eyed and looks around for longer stretches of time. I sit there and wonder what input the various neuronal passages in his head are conveying: "this ain't a bad gig" or "oh no, I'm stuck with this lady?"

He passed his two week checkup. Gabe gained back all of his birth weight and plus some. He also gained an inch and was recorded in the 95th percentile for height (imagine that with a mother who is six feet tall). I was delighted to hear our pediatrician declare all other things (tone, ears, eyes, body parts) in good, normal working order.

So, we march on. I am looking forward to longer stretches of sleep, but I'm in no hurry for this little one to grow up. It is already happeing too quickly right before my eyes...