A day in July

Went to Elijah's four-month check up last week. All is in working order! He is super vocal and coos and gurgles and rolls his Rs and babbles away. He also screeches. And sometimes he just yells. He giggles a lot. We tickle him and he giggles. It's a thing we do. Other things that crack him up: saying "Scoo-doo-doo" to him; telling him "You are the poo maker and I am the poo remover," his Mom's new haircut, blowing hot air on his belly and/or grabbing his little fingers in your mouth. At the appt he was 16 lbs 9 oz and 26 inches - which was the 83rd percentile in height and 79th in weight. He got shots again. I always leave the room like a weenie, but Marty stays (of course). He didn't cry for the first one and then after the second he was like "WTF!?!?!" Right now I'm typing at the dining room table and he is screeching and wiggling in his swing (an embarrassing monstrosity that he loves, most of the time). He's also drooling. He drools a lot. It's gray and muggy here. Knit night tonight (I'm working on a scarf that will probably take three years at this rate). Some random pics for you (click to enlarge: Elijah with pals Anton and Miles; Elijah the Barbarian eating two butterflies and one giraffe at the same time!; Elijah the bath-taking Arab). Love, D