Wanted: Stronger Biceps

Baby Darwin had his one month check up. He is making up some ground! He weighed in at a whopping 7 pounds 11 ounces--2 pounds heavier than his birth weight.

Today I performed the mother of all mother maneuvers: the Reach-awkwardly-behind-you-Locate-binky-Locate-baby-mouth-and-Insert maneuver. Twice. And with no eyes! (They were on the road. Well, I mean, they were in my head, looking at the road. But they were NOT, however, available to locate the binky or baby Darwin's mouth.) I decided something. Babies are pretty lucky not to end up with a binky up their nose or in their ears. How Darwin managed to escape that embarrassment today (especially given his genetic proneness to having foreign objects up his nose--see THIS post) I do not know, but I'm glad he was able to avoid it and I'm glad he gave me just a few more minutes to get home from Christmas shopping without turning beet red and bawling for food. He is a good sport. And he gets fed, I cross my heart.

Our "little grunter."
During his exam, the doctor commented, "He's a little grunter, isn't he?" He's been getting more and more vocal in the past few days, even. We think it's kind of cute, especially the asleep-and-happy-about-it grunt where he kind of has a little high-pitched sigh going on.
Photo from his 2-week photo shoot with sweet and talented Aunt Tami