On Friday I’ll be 9 weeks old already. It’s really crazy how fast I’m growing. Here’s the low-down from my appointment:
Weight: 10.6 lbs (25th percentile)
Height: 22 inches (25th percentile)
Head Size: (50th percentile)
At my appt I was awake the entire time just chillin’ with my Doctor MaryBeth. She’s one cool cutie. I wore my “handsome” shirt just for her. She told me that I look healthy and seem to be doing great!
I’m smiling more and now can hold onto rattles & toys and shake, shake, shake ‘em until they fall out of my hand. I’m sleeping a little bit better – about 3-4 hours straight on average. At night I now get up about two times to drink my bottle and then normally go back to sleep. I fall asleep on my own now in my crib. When I get tired, mom & dad put me in there all comfy and turn on my night light with my swooshing nature music.
I have strong legs. I like to stand and be on my feet – with my mom & dad’s help, of course. Oh yeah, I absolutely hate tummy time. I guess it’s supposed to help me crawl and get strong but let me tell ya, it is no fun. I have a strong neck too. I don't need too much support or help anymore. I can hold my own - THANK YOU!
After we got home, I had a bottle on mommy’s lap (cheers to two months) and then got some rest. Those shots this morning really wore me out. But, when I woke up - I'm back to my normal self! Am I smiling at mom or smiling because I have this crazy bib on?

One last thing. My mom wrote my name on my wall in my room so I would #1 remember my name and #2 remember how to spell my name. I sure hope it works. She's still trying to figure out the spacing thing - but you get the idea. I think it looks awesome. I love my room.
3. I heard "Eye of the Tiger" for the first time. Da...Da-Da-Da, Da-Da-Da.........Da-Da-Da.

So, mom was going nuts with the camera again this morning. She dressed me up all pretty (whatever) in this new outfit I got from Susie & Peter so we could get ready to head out for lunch with Wonger to Buffalo Wild Wings today. She said I looked so handsome so she wanted to take a picture of me. Well, don't tell anyone else, but I had to poop so bad and so big that I messed the whole outfit up! I cried and told mom that I was sooo sorry and she said she'd forgive me. I guess, her being on top of her camera isn't a bad thing, huh? That outfit is soaking in stain remover, I'm in a new outfit & ready for some wings! I told mom that I wanted to try some spicy garlic sauce on my lips but she doesn't think that would be a good idea...she said not until I'm atleast three months old.