Carter is 18 ½ lbs, and is 29 inches long. This puts him off the charts for length and somewhere in the upper percentiles for weight. He managed the visit well, until of course he had 3 needles unexpectedly introduced into his thighs. This was a bit of an offense as far as he was concerned, and he let me know it. He is supposed to go on Zantac for his spitting up/gassiness/fussiness/won’t nurse without arching his back and groaning-ness. Hopefully it will work. The nurse, Lisa, gave me a laundry list of foods that I might be eating that could contribute to his gassiness, and this included just about everything that I eat. So, I will try to be mindful, but lettuce alone is going to be hard.
He is otherwise healthy, and ‘beautiful’ according to the doctor.
Ava managed well, though we did not go to the airport. Carter was still reeling from the visit, and I just wanted to get them home. We are getting ready to go to dance class.
So, one lesson that I learned last night is that if your daughter gags when you give her ravioli, it is best not to suggest that she try another bite. I wouldn’t have normally done this, but she is very texture-sensitive, and tends to gag a little bit here and there, even when she likes what she is eating. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllllllllll……not this time. She dutifully took another bite (after telling me that she liked it) and up came the ravioli and everything else she had eaten in the last hour. So we scratched ravioli off our list.
Carter definitely says mama. And he looks at me when he says it with a little wrinkled brow. I SWEAR he is talking to me. I know it is too early, but boy it seems like he is really naming me!
Ava is so auditory. SO into music, and sooooo sensitive to sound. She hates loud noises, to the point where she would not stay at the start of the bobsled run for the world cup races because everyone was yelling so much and ringing cowbells. But on the flip side, she remembers the playlist on every CD that she listens to. I put one in that we had not listened to in a while, and she immediately asked for the last song on it. She memorizes songs, and will sing them all the way through. On key too—which is the remarkable part of all of this. Those who have heard me sing—or Peter—know that this ability is from her extended gene pool.
