Leo had his four month check-up yesterday. He weighed in at 15 pounds and was 25.5 inches long. This puts him in the 57th percentile for weight and the 74th percentile for height. Last time it was reversed (71st percentile for weight and 52nd percentile for height). So basically he went from short and fat to tall and skinny. Although from the way the nurses were going on and on about his chunky thighs, I don't think anyone would call him skinny.
Then he got a couple of shots:
You probably heard the screaming.
And by the time we left he was fast asleep. When he woke up he thought it was just a bad dream.
We unintentionally outfitted Leo's life with fish paraphernalia. He’s got fish on his tummy time mat, he owns the kick and crawl aquarium, his bouncy is in a fish theme and even his bath tub is in on the aquatic action.
So we decided that since he’s surrounded by fish we might as well take him to the Georgia World Aquarium, which is the biggest aquarium in the world.
He was somewhat interested in the fish but after awhile he fell asleep. Guess he thought it was just like home.
Maybe he will be a marine biologist. Or at least a fisherman.
Frank was giving Leo a bottle last night and I said, "Wait. Let me get a bib!" I went to get the bib and when I returned I un-velcroed it, opened it and up and started to put it on Frank! "What are you doing?" Frank asked. "Oh my gosh, I tried to put a bib on you!" I said.
What can I say? I like to take care of my boys!
But if I try to put a diaper on my husband, somebody help me.
I started to think maybe Leo was getting too old for swaddling (or "the burrito" as Thea calls it). I didn't actually get any clues from Leo that he was done with it; it was more that I was tired of doing it. I read online and heard from other moms that a good way to transition out of the swaddle is to leave one arm out.
We tried that. Here's what happened after about 30 seconds: