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20.11.07

seven weeks

You had your hearing tested yesterday even though i was pretty sure it was fine - "recommended for all newborns," so - and of course you passed, a little on the fussy side, sure, but not the worst baby the doc had ever seen by a long shot - and i say of course you passed because not only do you startle at noises, you have favorite syllables to practise saying. Nnnngggg and aawguh. And when i say to M that you made that sound that you make after you sneeze, he knows what i am talking about. Probably because it is the cutest sound in the entire world.

You have completely grown out of all the "newborn" clothes. We did manage to get you to wear most of them first. Also with all the laundry we have learned that it takes two days for the Ergo carrier to really dry, so it is nice having the sling as well. You get heavy. And while i'm sure we're building muscle picking you up and putting you down and mostly holding you all the time, you are also growing. Fast. Theoretically i could find one of these parent centers and they would weigh you whenever i showed up but it is still pretty complicated to leave the house, and while i manage to most days, it just sounds like an unnecessary challenge. You are growing out of stuff regularly and have lots of diapers: these must be perfectly appopriate measurements, no?

You have started getting more predictable as to what you will want. Quite often of course we're still wrong, but progress is progress. But you aren't ever going to want your fingernails done, are you? They can get pretty sharp and pointy, especially when you are feeling grabby and it is three in the morning ... i need to remember where the tiny nail file is tomorrow.

There is no longer any kind of bald patch on your head: while your hair is not done falling out yet it is growing in right back behind it. A bit lighter, but. There are two spots left where your hair is still, i guess, both birth-hair and baby-hair, and they're a little longer and denser. But i wouldn't call you mangy-looking at all, unlike dog no. 2, who we decided needed a haircut after missing his second shed - that haircut was, i have to admit, something of an amateur job. (Furminator still rocking the house.)

ooh, you have hiccups. i think you're waking up. and you're waking up all smiley. whee!

Labels: baby, milestones

scrawled @ 21:02