4 month check up

Yesterday was Enzo's four month birthday. His Auntie Josie called him and sang him Happy Birthday. Today was his four month check up with the doc. I came with my list of 35 questions and got answers to about five of them. Fine, I'll just get freaked out by reading more articles online about how every runny nose and cough and cry means something horrible is wrong with him.

Our little champ weighed in at 16 lb, 11 oz (80th percentile), his brain measures 44 centimeters around (read, very smart) and he's 26 inches long (nurse declares "his father must be very tall.") After all the niceties and oodling and goodling, she stabs him with four shots. Even though his thighs are much chunkier than they were at the first set of shots, he still jumped out of his skin and flinched a mile when each one went in. The only good thing was that he got bright blue Charlie Brown band-aids. I would have taken him for ice cream if he could eat it. I got myself one instead.

Since Doc said that we should start him on fruits and veggies (!!!), we spiked his rice cereal this evening with 2 solid inches of ripe banana. Yummers! He liked it a lot. Just look at his face (in his big boy high chair that Papa Jesmer gave him.)

Eating his hands...

...Eating his sign.