Up 1.5 lbs and 2 inches

OK, first of all, Kim is a saintly woman. Peter had a well-baby check today, and I called Kim to see if she wanted to do something fun today after his appointment. We had planned to meet up in the late morning after Peter's appointment and Kim's OB appointment, and have a picnic lunch together, but it turned out that Kim's appointment was actually for lunchtime, so Kim offered to meet me at Peter's doctor's office and play with Jack and Thomas while I took Peter in. I thought it would be a quick in-and-out with Peter since usually we don't have much of a wait, and he was just being weighed and measured (no shots), so we'd get the appointment out of the way quickly and then get right on to having fun (my original intention :) ).

Well, the dr's office was a total madhouse. They were backed up like crazy from walk-in patients (even though we had a fairly early appointment), so we had been waiting for over an hour before the dr even saw us. Kim took Jack and Thomas on walks up and down the stairs, outside, hunting for "bad tanks", etc., and they had a great time with her while Peter and I waited. Then we all went to the lake and the boys played on the playground and then we fed (or hurled, in Jack's case) bread at the ducks. It was great to see Kim (she looks great, and no I'm not just saying that) spend time with her (Jack cried when her car pulled away in the parking lot), and she was such a huge help wrangling the boys in the dr's office.

I'm so stinkin' excited about being an aunt to baby Michael! I can't wait to meet him. It's strange to think how imminent his arrival is -- any hour or day now. It's also strange to think about how much so many different lives and families will change by his journey from inside Kim's tummy to the outside world. C'mon baby Michael, we've been waiting for you for almost 10 months now -- don't keep us waiting much longer!

Peter continues to grow well -- he's 10lb 1oz and about 2 inches taller than he was 4 weeks ago! I can tell he's getting chubbier cheeks and chins (there are 2 now), and arms and legs, but it's reassuring to see the numbers actually reflect how well he's doing. He's also smiling more (especially after having his hair shampooed and combed), and cooing a little. His hair is crazy (Jack says "His hair looks like a lady!" and both he and Thomas say it's "Wooshy Bushy" :)), but I'm loathe to cut it just yet. I secretly enjoy it when strangers comment about his mop of hair -- without his hair, he's kind of like any other newborn, but with it he's like a rock star. "Look at that baby's hair, Mommy!" "Was he born with all that hair?" "Do you gel it?". It's kind of fun :).

All in all, we're doing well. David and I are being run a little ragged, but we're a good team. It won't be long before Peter is 2 and 3 months old, and not so brand new, and things will be easier, and I will miss his "newness" and tiny-ness. That is another little reason that I'm excited about baby Michael coming -- I'm sure he will look and feel so tiny compared to Peter!