8 lbs, 13 oz

Adam has moved back up past his birth weight, and succeeded, for the second week in a row, in satisfying his pediatrician at his weight check. He now weighs more than a gallon of milk, and also lacks the convenient handle. If he were a kitten I could carry him around by his neck, but I understand that's frowned upon with human babies. As I also lack a marsupial pouch, we're having to make do with the best sling in the known universe. As soon as I put him into it, he passes out. So much more convenient than turning the gas on and sticking his head in the oven!*

I was going to write about the "breast is best" people, but Adam is fussing and Matt wants to change the water in the fish trank, so it looks like my computer time is up. Next time.

*That was a joke, people! Geez. Anyway, our oven is electric.