2 months, 2 days, 100 posts

Time to see the doctor! Kieran got his tear ducts all primed and working this morning in preparation for his (assault and) battery of shots. Poor kid. He got 3 of them, plus a nasty-tasting rotavirus vaccine. Everything looked fine. How about some numbers? 13 lbs., minus a couple ounces for clothes and diaper, 22¾ inches long, and 15¾ around the head. Uma took 13 weeks to get that big; Kieran's hitting 9 weeks tomorrow. Oops. I shouldn't compare the two of them. That leads to sibling rivalry and self-esteem problems.

Update: I (accidentally) found the post for Uma's 2 month checkup. Hers actually came at 69 days, whereas Kieran's was at 62 days. She weighed 11 lbs., 14 oz. compared to his 13 lbs. Her weight gain was thus 84.6 oz., or 1.22 oz/day compared to his 90 oz., or 1.45 oz/day.

The boy woke us up this morning at 5:30 to help him conduct some personal business. Fine, you know, it happens; he's certainly been kind to us in the sleep department, so the occasional lapse is easily forgiven. He was cleaned up, nursed, etc. (not by me; I was putting pictures up for you people), went back to bed. Naive me, I thought I could get another hour of sleep. Nope. Young Grunty there couldn't just sleep quietly like a normal baby. Every few minutes... GRRRNXK. I start to drift off.... SNGRNHHKKK. Minutes pass. HCHRRRRRZZZHHK. I mean, c'mon kid. A whole hour of this, and it was time to wake up again. GGFGFNNNENK. Ok ok I get the point. ZZRRNGQRN. Le sigh.

Incidentally, if you're looking for a pediatrician, our doc gets two thumbs up (one for Uma, one for Kieran). She's swell.