An Apple a Day

Sawyer and I both had doctor's appointments this week. Sawyer's was on Tuesday. He now weighs 24 pounds and is 31 1/2 inches tall. He is in the 50th percentile across the board for his weight, length, and head circumference. He got three shots and didn't even cry! The nurse couldn't get over how strong he is. She was telling the other nurses in the office. It was so funny!

It seems that I have a complaint about his pediatrician every time we go and this time is no exception. Lorne may be right when he tells me that I should find another, but I don't think anyone would be good enough for my little man. Anyway, I made a list of all of his signs because I knew that would be one of the questions that she would ask. He has fifteen signs but he's really only saying "bye-bye." Everything else that he says is pretty unintelligible. She told me that we need to stop signing and start talking, like I don't talk to my son all day...give me a break! She said that if he isn't saying at least six words in the next month to give her a call. The way I look at it he sat up, rolled over, crawled, and walked late, so I think that talking will just be one more thing. It isn't like the pistons aren't firing. People only need to be around him for a few minutes before they see how sharp he is. I just don't think that she is a baby sign language proponent and I'm going to leave it at that.

The biggest Sawyer news right now is that he is only taking one nap. He gets up around 8:00 and then I put him down at 1:00. He sleeps about two hours and that's it. I was really worried about what I would do with him for the five hours before naptime and the five hours after, but it really hasn't been so bad. It actually seems like I'm getting out of the house more since he isn't napping in the AM.

Now that he's walking and the weather is cooling off Lorne has been taking him out to the backyard in the evenings. He doesn't want to walk in the grass. It is the funniest thing. He acts like he is afraid of it or something. I try to get him to walk on the concrete to get the mail and he doesn't want to do that either. He just sits in the driveway. There must be something about him and the ground. I guess that's what happens when you've been held for fourteen months!


My two favorite boys hanging out in the backyard.


Sawyer is still getting used to the grass...our poor little city kid!


He has a blast in his swing from Uncle Matthew and Aunt Jackie.

I had an appointment this morning. Denise volunteered to watch Sawyer so I dropped him off on my way. She said that he did great for her. He didn't even cry when I left. It was weird to see the carseat empty on my way to Plano. I felt like I was forgetting something when I got to the office. I didn't have nearly enough in my hands.

I didn't have a sonogram this time so I'm not sure about the fibroid. I did get to hear the heartbeat and it was in the 150s and sounding just like a galloping horse. What a glorious sound! I will have a sonogram on October 24th and that's when we find out if this new munchkin is a boy or a girl! I'm thinking it's a boy. Of course I thought Sawyer was a girl so what do I know?