Aidan asked to feed Damon, so I let him. He managed until Damon had about 1/4 of the bottle left before his poor muscles gave out. (Aidan's muscle tone is abnormal, so he's very weak.) I have to laugh at this photo, Damon looks gigantic compared to Aidan... it's not a true depiction of their proportions. All three of my boys, including Damon who appears big because he's chubby looking, are only in the 5th percentile. Damon's chub is fluff, so his nickname is "marshmallow legs." :)
Aidan and I read Millions of Cats. Though a tad violent, it is a very telling book. I personally hate cats (yes, I know the word hate is strong, please don't take offense my cat loving friends... it's just that after watching them kill doves and baby mallards just for fun I have no interest in having one around, ever.) But back to the point... I actually liked a book that involved cats. The first time, and most likely the last!
Oh! And I'm so not good at getting the news out anymore. Was great with Aidan, so so with Jace, now I'm such a slacker with Damon. He's been mobile for over two weeks! He's a crawling machine. Actually it's more of a really cute scoot like you see in those old cartoons like Popeye... what's the baby's name??? Anyway, mobile and pulling himself to a stand. Woohoo Damon!
Oh! And I'm so not good at getting the news out anymore. Was great with Aidan, so so with Jace, now I'm such a slacker with Damon. He's been mobile for over two weeks! He's a crawling machine. Actually it's more of a really cute scoot like you see in those old cartoons like Popeye... what's the baby's name??? Anyway, mobile and pulling himself to a stand. Woohoo Damon!
No comments:
Post a Comment