Today was the Doodlebug’s two-month doctor visit. He’s now 21 1/4 inches long and 11 pounds, 11 ounces. Happily, while he’s still short and fat (5th percentile for length, 50th percentile for weight), he’s gaining brain power. He’s up from the 5th percentile on his head circumference to the 25th percentile. On his way to being brainy!
Somehow, our very fussy baby turned quite smiley after his shots (four of them, in fact). Adam came with me to the appointment because there was no way I was going to stay in the room as the nurse gave the Doodlebug his shots. Sure enough, he screamed at the top of his lungs, but only for a moment. He got back into his car seat with nary a fuss, slept for three hours, and then woke up with plenty of big smiles. I’m not sure if it’s because we dosed him first (ah, a budding druggie; nothing like infant Tylenol) or if he’s just a masochist in training, but I’d be quite happy if he were this quiet and content every night.
