Owen was not impressed with his mom on Tuesday. I took him to the doctor to get his 12 week shots. Poor little guy was completely asleep in my arms when the first jab came. He SCREAMED bloody murder... I calmed him down just in time for the second one. He was so upset, I fed him for a few minutes, then took him to the clinic to get weighed, which entails me stripping him naked. Owen was not a happy camper. But, he is getting fatter and cuter (if possible)! Owen now weighs 14 pounds, 5 ounces. The health visitor (the people who run the clinic) was disbelieving that I am only breast feeding as Owen started out in the 25th percentile in weight and is now almost in the 75th percentile. Go little man!
Here's our little rock star wearing a drummer shirt given to him by Grandpa Dan. Is he a future sports guy? Or a band guy? Not sure if this means anything in that regard, but he puked on the shirt moments after I put it on (and seconds after the picture was taken). (:
One more thing... last night Owen stayed in his bed for over 7 hours. Holy crap! I got him out of bed when he started fussing, fed him and put him back, where he's now been for another 1.5 hours so far. I need to adjust his sleep (he currently goes to bed at midnight and sleeps with a food break till about 10) but will wait until after the US trip. Jet lag will not be fun. An 8 hour plane ride with an infant... oh good lord....
