Heavy Weight

Well, James continues to keep us guessing on his weight.  Today at the doctor, he weighed in at six pounds, ten ounces.  We weighed him twice, just to be sure we were doing it right.  I think there's either something wrong with the scale or with the kid.  We'll go for a full doctor's appointment on Wednesday, so we'll see then how his weight is going.  We're cautiously optimistic.

Meanwhile, I'm not sure what it means about what kind of kid James is growing into, but it turns out that James definitely likes to run the show.  Today he decided that lunch was not something Mommy should have.  After I warmed up part one of lunch (Black Bean Stoup, a la Rachel Ray), James immediately made the largest and loudest mess in his pants yet.  So, we left the nice hot soup on the table, dealt with the matter at hand, and, of course, returned to room-temperature soup.  Hungry as I was, I wolfed it down and hurried to heat up part two (a yummy veggie quesadilla made by my work friends, Angie and Chris) while James took a power nap.  Just as I cut into the steaming pocket of goodness, James woke up, hungry and roaring.  So, again I abandoned lunch to take care of the kiddo.  It is now cold.  Alas.  I fear a pattern is developing here.  I may not eat a hot meal again for the next three years or so.