this guy...
has recently started to get serious about his obligatory 30 minute tummy time, because his mother may or may not have straight up lied to his pediatrician at his 2 month check up about the loads of tummy time huckster gets in a day. but, you guys, his head turns bright red every blasted time we even mention the t.t., and when your infant is happy for 5-10 minutes in a day the last thing you want to do is crush that jolly spirit with torturous neck and back exercises. lord knows his mother doesn't spend 30 minutes exercising a day! but you can just stash those judgey thoughts i can already see coming at me through the screen, because we're getting better! although henry still lets it be known he is n.o.t a fan of face-down relaxing. at all!
is clearly making strides in the vision department these days because he's gone from staring at the excitement occurring at the very tip of his nose to following my no-doubt shadowy figure across the room. yesterday joey decided that this fancy maneuver has to be a promotion from 0 to 1 by way of independence from his parents. on a scale from 1 to a hundred... or a million.
tips the scales, and the measuring tape, compared to other babes his age. our little precious is in the 97th percentile in head size, and his almost 15 pound bod puts him in the 95th percentile in weight. and also to impress the masses, his height lands him in the 90th percentile at 24 inches. our not-petite-at-all 2 month old is in size 2 pamps, and his 3-6 month clothes are waving their final goodbyes. we don't do meager around here. we do however like to record infant growth and bore any linger readers. so, sorry.
and today the neighbors have invited us over for baked goods and football. you know i won't be passing up the first one, so i'll tolerate the football i s'pose.
have a good one!
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