One Month!

Holy crap. I feel like I've been spun around. Having two kids is crazy -- particularly now that Gavin has decided that Liam's naptime is the ideal time to be totally awake and need to be held and bounced. No rest for the weary. Or is that no rest for the wicked? Either way applies.

(As I type this, he is draped across my lap, finally asleep.)

We went in for his one month pediatrician party yesterday, and man. This kid is growing like crazycakes. 10 pounds, 3.5 ounces and 23 inches long. ZOINKS. That's a gain of 2 pounds, 2 ounces and three inches. No wonder his newborn clothes seem small all of a sudden.

For you number junkies, that's 80th percentile for length, 50th for weight.

In addition to quite obviously growing, Gav has started to fill out and lose the newborn old man look. The frown lines between his brows have started to disappear (Thank god. I wasn't sure where I was going to get baby Botox.) and his cheeks are getting baby-delicious. He's started to really try to get that head up (you can see it in the bumbo shots below) and will even push up on his hands when he's on his tummy. He's rolled from front to back a couple of times, but only on really soft surfaces (namely, our bed), but he does put his feet in the air and try to twist when he's on his belly.

Here's his one month Bumbo growth-o-meter photo shoot:

These look more like Liam's second month than his first.

And some more from Gav's first month in the family:

Snuggling with LD at bedtime.

Indoctrination courtesy of Uncle Graham and Megan

Not a fan of baths. (He likes them better now.)

Rockin' the bumGenius diapers with Liam.