The Weight: Officially, Harry weighed in at 16 pounds 5 ounces. However, that number is misleading. I joked in my last post that we were going to pack Harry’s diaper with rolls of nickels to cheat the weigh-in. In an odd way, Harry may have done that himself.
After two days of not pooping, he was packing a lot of extra tonnage to his doctor appointment. Within the 24 hours immediately following his appointment, he pooped seven times. Based on the weight of those horrific diapers, I’d guess Harry has an empty weight closer to 13 pounds.
Tall Guy: Our tall guy is actually an incredibly short guy. He’s back into the 3rd percentile for height. I suspect Harry is focusing his growth energy on an enormous brain and leaving more trivial things, like hair and height, for later in life. Or we’re just raising Toulouse Lautrec. Either way.
Lord of the Dance: After getting his final shots Friday, Harry was a grumpy little gus Saturday. He didn’t want to eat, play, or sleep, and he was a fussy, whiny ball of cranky. I literally couldn’t put him down. It was in a moment of desperation I discovered my adorable son loves Riverdance. His face lit up, he squealed, and starting bouncing before becoming absolutely transfixed. I could not pull his eyes away. The man loves Riverdance. (I will not take questions about how I made this discovery. Let’s just move on.)
A Rolling Stone: Harry is not yet crawling, but he’s discovered he can roll to any destination he wants. He rolled up on Hank yesterday and greeted him with a surprise grab of the jowl. (Hank didn’t appreciate it.) Harry also rolled up on Otis and proceeded to pull his back hair. (Otis appreciated it very much.)
Sit, but no Stay: Harry is a champion sitter. He’s getting better and better (which is good since we spend a ton of time on it) and can sit for several seconds without assistance. It’s so much easier to take photos now that he’s sitting up.
Night Moves: Our son loves to be swaddled. The tighter, the better. It was the only way he’d sleep. Now that he rolls, swaddling is a big no-no. I had grand plans about breaking him of the swaddle, but, frankly, at night when everyone is tired, it was just easier to keep swaddling him. Well, that all stopped last week when I woke up at 2:30 a.m., checked the baby monitor, and saw the back of Harry’s head. He was sleeping on his face while swaddled. I panicked. Thankfully, he was okay, but that was the end of the swaddle.
Now, I need to adjust to having a free-sleeper. Harry rolls all over the place in his crib. He sleeps mostly on his left side, but will also roll onto his stomach. It gives me panic attacks. I check the monitor constantly and go in several times a night to make sure he’s still breathing. I’m sure this will get better over the next 18 years, but the anxiety is severe. I’m terrified he’s going to suffocate himself with his enormous head.
- Ben (his favorite person in the world)
- Mama dance
- Pulling my hair out
- Kicking my boobs
- Pinching my face with his tiny gorilla hands
- Ripping out Ben’s chest hair
- Eating everything
- Constant motion
- Spatulas and spoons
- Anything paper
- His doctor (stranger anxiety, here we come!)
- Sitting still