Our little champ is weighing in at 7 pounds 15 ounces now at the start of his 4th week of life. In fact, he may already be up to 8 pounds since we weighed him last night. This means that instead of the customary 1 ounce per day, or 21 ounces total, our little guy has gained 26 ounces ounces since birth, not counting the extra five of his birth weight that he had to regain. Needless to say, he’s eating like a little tiger. This is very good, since he was a NICU baby and his eating career got off to a rough start.
Amidst one of Levi’s many meals yesterday, Brad commented how we might be brewing ourselves a little lineman. Not knowing much about football, I said, “Aw, great! There’s hope for an athlete in the family after all.” Then Brad informed me that linemen are the players who are, what shall we say, the comparatively stout guys on the field… or as Brad puts it, “just there to plug up the holes.” Poor Levi! Already getting flack at such a young age. At least it isn’t disturbing his sleep, as you can see.
On a lighter note, I have some good news to share. After less than three weeks since Levi’s birth, I officially donned a pair of my pre-pregnancy jeans. Now, these are my magical, stretchy, “buffet restaurant” jeans, but still… I’m counting that as a victory! And where did I wear them, you may ask? Why, to eat sushi for the first time in 8 months. Yet another reason to celebrate! Thursday was definitely a good day.
“You gotta come see the bay-beee!”
He sleeps like a little angel – just so precious! Though he looks perfectly content and adorable in his diaper, you need to put some more clothes on the poor (cold) little lineman (just kidding)! Jess, you look great. I wish my weight was that easy after Dean. Oh, and more pictures, PLEASE! I check daily