Bath time.
What the hell is daddy doing?
Say that again and I'll smack ya, see.
We just went through the 2-month vaccinations. He had two little pink bandages on his thighs for a couple days. The day of the vaccinations, he got a fever of 101.5, (I don't have to tell you how we checked) but luckily it went back down. He is fine now and sleeping it off like a little vaccination hangover. He is also at 10 pounds, 1 ounce, nearly twice his birth weight.
Smile or gas? You be the judge. But we are pretty sure he was smiling in two of the above photos. In the third I had him smiling and maybe even laughing a little but despite having an elephant on his chest he couldn't be inspired again for the camera. Two of these were yesterday morning and the middle pic is jut a few minutes ago.
The one we call "Big Man" is getting bigger every day. You see the middle picture above with my hand by his face? Well, go back into the archives, into June, I think, and you'll see just how much he's grown. His now somewhere around 9 pounds, probably a little more. He has the usual chubby-cheeked baby look. And his thighs are huge. I think he is going to be a biker. I would say, "biker like his dad" but I can't lay claim to that title just yet. See this link: www.kincaderideforthecure.blogspot.com.
He doesn't cry much, but he fusses a lot. We think there might be a little stomach disturb"
nce there, like acid reflux or just general sensitive tummy. We can usually get him calm again but it takes a few minutes. Laura met with a lactation consultant who advised having him sit up as much as possible for 15 minutes after each feeding, which works some, but not totally. She also confirmed that the kid is indeed getting his nutritional needs met. Sometimes with a vengeance. So, we've all but stopped formula, but we do need to still give him vitamins. Which taste horrible, by the way. They lay claim to a "fruity taste" but I bet they're hoping that no curious parent tests that. Well, test I did, and I made the same face Christian makes. If fruit tastes like cough syrup, then, it tasts fruity.
Laura gets the credit for doing most of the parenting work. I provide some coverage while she's showering and eating, and that's about it. Between work and training, I'm afraid I haven't been much help. If you sympathize, (or even if you don't), you can make me feel better by donating to the JDRF "Ride to Cure Diabetes," by clicking on the link to the right, click on the bicycle logo, then donate under my name. It will at least validate my time away from home!
One last photo of the proud Kincade grandparents before they left.
The Blue Angels flew by today and the noise that sent our cats clawing at the ceiling barely even fazed Christian. I believe this is due to young folks hearing not quite being developed. Good for him. The cats are still under the bed and I think a few car alarms went off. What astounds me most is all the people who come in droves to watch them. They are pretty cool, but people have been setting up prime spots 5 and 6 hours early for about a 45 minute show. Maybe I am just upset because my morning bike ride was re-routed to a more hilly part of town.
We keep going out to dinner and taking short trips with Christian, with nary a fuss. Maybe we'll be lucky and he'll be a traveler. He is also getting big. Which is relative, of course, since he was such a small baby to begin with. But he seems huge to us.
