The boy is now two months old, and still growing strong – well, WE’RE getting stronger, since we’re the ones lifting and holding him all the time. His 2-month checkup is Tuesday, and I full expect him to weigh in in the 99th percentile. At eight weeks, he was already FOURTEEN pounds. So I’m betting that he’s at least 15 pounds tomorrow.
The critter had his first visit to a pumpkin patch this weekend, with our friends the Rhodys. We have an annual “date” with them a few weeks before Halloween, picking pumpkins, enjoying the festival, and watching the young ones grow. Evie showed that she has a bit of a collector in her, as she would spot a choice pumpkin, pick it up, and add it to the growing collection in the wagon.
Dave and I were masters of the camera during this excursion, and took about a hundred pictures. Of course we had to get a family portrait amongst the pumpkins…
…and we had to get some pictures of the critter by himself. He still can’t fully hold his head up and certainly can’t sit up by himself, so we propped him up and started snapping away. And he began sliding… and sliding… and looking more and more grumpy, until this happened.
More pictures soon – including pictures of him dressed as a girl and as a communist. And no, neither of those are his Halloween costumes.