Well, we went to his first doctor's appointment yesterday, and at five weeks he's shot from the 5th weight percentile to the 50th.
It's pretty chilly out today, and I thought it would be wise to try on one of his sweaters again:
|screamy, but at least|
the sweater is visible?
Better get all the wear out of it now that we can; who knows how big he'll be next week...
Oh, and I finally found the booties. They were in my sock drawer (?). Somehow that must have made sense in my post-delivery, sleep-deprived fugue state in the first few days home from the hospital. He's way, way outgrown them already. Ah, well... they'll be in pristine condition for someone else's newborn.