What all the Fuss is About

My thoughtful, considerate sister offered to watch Eden while I took Judah to his much-delayed 9 month pediatrician appointment yesterday. With only one child to wrangle (and one who is in a compliant, carry-able stage of his life,) I decided to bring my camera to the doctor's office. We photographers in frigid northern climates get awfully weary of pictures in our living rooms this time of year, so I was prepared to bear the confused looks from medical students who had likely not been photographed while listening to baby hearts and answering questions about anterior and posterior fontanels. The pictures themselves might not have gotten posted, except that :

1) Along with the normal height/ weight/ head circumference/ stat check, Judah also had a toe prick for hemoglobin testing, his waxy ears cleaned so they could be properly checked, and received FOUR shots. Poor little buddy... he's a little warm today, and his chunky thighs seem a bit tender. Throw in the suspicion of a new tooth... and I'm looking for sweet images of my baby and a reminder that there's a reason for it. And,

2) I have been pretty impressed with my free image editing software. I am excited that my copy of LightRoom is coming soon, but I have to give credit to Picasa; it has served me well.

I miss these little shoulders

Waiting for the doctor

Investigating the toe band-aid

The sun came out! Even Michigan babies know to soak it up!

Sitting still for the medical student's exam

The stats, for those interested and for personal record more accessible than a paper in a sea of papers on my kitchen counter: Judah is 30.25 inches tall and weighs 21 pounds 11 ounces. His weight is actually DOWN from the last time he was in by 6 ounces, which I'm chalking up to a week of sickness that he spent nursing only, and the fact that he is now a CRAWLER and is burning all his calories seeking out trouble.

As an aside, I do see a pattern in the last few posts, and I promise I am not neglecting my dear Eden. To make it up to her, I will leave you with a dialogue she and I shared a few days ago, as we were walking downstairs after another potty trip.

Eden: Mommy, you not wipe me wavy good." (See this post for translation)
Me: No? I'm sorry, honey.
Eden: Me sorry too.