Yesterday

5pm - Meet nanny and Spence at the pediatrician's office for his 6-month check-up. Nanny debuts Spence's "homeboy" look (her words, not mine). I recoil for a moment, then see how freaking cute my little homeboy is, so I leave the hat on sideways.

Homeboy

5:15 - Spence charms all the nurses in the doctor's office with his big smiles. But, apparently they aren't charmed enough to get us in for our appointment on time.

5:30 - FINALLY, we get to leave the sick kids and go into the exam room. I get Spence nekkid and we put him on the scale - 19 pounds!  (That's 75th  percentile for anyone keeping score.) Then  it's plop - down on the exam table for his height measurement - 27 3/4 inches - 90th percentile. We're really not sure where this height is coming from. (And, no, our mailman isn't THAT tall.)

5:35 - I try futilely to keep Spence from eating the paper covering the exam table. That stuff must be non-toxic - right?

5:40 - Brrft. Brrft. I really hope that was a fart and not poop or the doctor's going to get a surprise when he takes off that diaper.

5:45 - YAY! The doctor has finally arrived.

5:48 - Exam is over. All is well. Time for the shots. I play the Bop The Nose game with Spence while he gets 3 shots and he actually laughs through them. 

6:00 - Homeward bound. Everyone we pass laughs at my little homeboy's new look.

6:45 - PJ's, diaper change, and 8 oz of formula later and we're OUT. Earliest bedtime EVER.

Today


4:50am - I hear noises. Screamy, but not totally unhappy sounds coming from the room next door. I decide to ignore them and see if they go away.

5:00 - The screamies definitely sound unhappy now.

5:30 - A bottle and some rocking and we're back in bed. Together. Sleeping. Blissfully.

7:30 - Bolt upright. Look at alarm clock which has been rendered obsolete since we brought Spence home from the hospital. 7:30? And we're still sleeping? Is this my baby?

Apparently all the sleep had magic restorative powers. Because  when he woke up, all of sudden my baby was able to sit up on his own!
Sitting

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Nycut...
May. 8, 2007 at 3:51 PM How cute is he, BTW Love the homeboy look and Paul has the same t shirt

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