James is Two Months!

First... how cute is this picture?



Second, how cute is this picture!!

Third, for some reason this picture wanted to be sideways for the first 10 uploads, after rotating multiple times Jason finally got it to work.

Fourth, my boy is two months old already! (doesn't he look handsome in his stripe sweater in his two month birthday picture?!?)

We took him to the doctor today and learned several things:

-he is a beast, 12 lbs 3 oz. The nurse claims he is only 21 7/8" but I kinda don't agree. When he was at his playdate on Tuesday he was just hardly shorter than Scarlett who I think Megan said is 24" and on our surfboard he measures at 24".

-He has extra impressive neck strength and at two months is not expected to be rolling over yet but still is. He even rolled over at the doctor office.

-The doctor was shocked at how much my pot belly piggy is eating (4-6oz!!!) the average for his age is 3-4.

-She thinks he is vomiting after nursing due to my milk supply being too much and as a result he can't keep up with it and gasps a lot of air.

-He got shots today. It broke my heart a tiny bit when he cried SO hard after getting them. He is also now grumpy (we had to give him cherry pain drops) and he has slept for four hours since leaving the doctor 5 hours ago.

-He is awesome. (the nurse totally said so)

-Last, we LOVE the doctor and nurse. They are both super super nice, know a lot, and excited to work with James. As a result I am excited to take James to them for the next long time.

Fifth, Dave and McKenna plus Ellie were in town last weekend. They came over for a visit as did Amy and Pat. It was great to have everyone together. James slept most of the time. Ellie played with his toys most of the time. Dave was nervous of the babies but got over it quickly, good work Dave. Dave and McKenna are great friends and I'm stoked James is lucky enough to already be building a friendship with Scarlett that is hopefully like mine and Daves. (Dave and I have been friends for almost 25 years..dang!)

Sixth, Jason finally shaved his gross beard. Even more gross he walked out with a moustache. He promptly went and shaved it back off when I yelled GROOOOSSSSSS and told him to get out.

Seventh, I am on strike. Prayers that the district and union can resolve this quickly please. I don't want to have to be separated from my baby for all day long to not even be doing my job.