Yep. That's right, folks. Over the course of one week, Ezra gained 9.5 ounces. We started calling him the Milk Monster, so maybe that has something to do with it? Either way, I couldn't be happier. I mean, I broke out the crayons and made a sign for hell's sake. It's a pretty big win.
Well, I could be happier if he keeps it up. Keep those chubby-baby thoughts up...they're working :-)
For some reason, Ezra seems to only bring out the blood-curdling screams when we're at Vickii's office. He never gets a chance to scream (or cry) when we're at home...unless I'm just too slow to get him eating. But even then, it's no big deal - just a little cry. But dude can freakin wail when he's there! It's completely unwarranted, though. That place couldn't be more calming and he couldn't be with a nicer, more relaxing person. It's baffling. I'm curious to see what's going to happen once we get to Maine and he meets everyone. Hmmm...
So, back to his super-impressive chub-gaining...
We'd guessed that he would be putting up some pretty good numbers this week because he's starting to grow out of his newborn-sized prefold diapers. He'll still be wearing them for a couple weeks, but I've started putting the next size up into the rotation as well. He can also wear some of his footed sleeper/rompers that are 0-3 months. In fact, his feet are the perfect size for some of them (yes, I realize he gets the feet from me). I know it's irrational, but I'm getting a little sad about this. He's growing out of something - which means he's growing up :-( I suppose this had to happen at some point. I was just hoping it would be much, much later.
Yes, I'm getting emotional over diapers. Shut up.
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Wee-man is so happy and talkative these days...especially in the mornings. SO sweet. He's been making this adorable owl noise and cracks up if I do it back to him. At which point my knees go weak and I melt into a puddle of goo. This kid has some magical powers.
Here's a few shots of Ez from one of those goo-inducing times.
God, he's a cute kid.
Here's another one...apparently Ezra was not pleased that I left the flash on.
And while I'm at it, I might as well show you these - They're from at least a month ago.
Cuteness abounds.
Remember Pat from SNL? Not saying my kid looks like Pat, but the way he's posing totally makes me think of him. Or her. Whatever.
