The 10 Pound Bet

Ted and I had a bet as to whether or not Charlie would be 10 pounds at his appointment on Wednesday morning. I won- barely. Little Guy was 9 pounds, 14 ounces and now 21 inches long. His checkup went well although he did start crying when Ted undressed him for examination. The doctor said, "Aw, you get the most pitiful award and you're the first patient of the day." Charlie must have taken that as a challenge because he was good the rest of that day, but yesterday he was very unhappy whenever he was awake.

We've been singing to Charlie a lot this week. He seems to enjoy Goodbye Yellow Brick Road and Old L.A. Tonight (I particularly like the lyric "Sitting by the ocean/mapping out my plans of action, baby they include you.") I keep thinking Man, I hope this kid enjoys our music because we're going to be taking lots of road trips.

As promised... new pictures!

in his "Whaleboy" outfit from Aunt Evy

"Ever since I can remember, I been poppin' my collar..."

Ted calls this one Baby Lima Bean (in his homemade BabyLegs)

Now that he's definitely 10 pounds, he's outgrown the first outfit- his Jack Lalanne jumpsuit

And even though he is the spitting image of his daddy, I think I see a little of me in the last picture. Maybe it's wishful thinking, maybe it's generic baby similarities. A mommy's gotta hold on to some hope.