Yay! Aunt Becky (or Aunt Be as I like to call her) came to visit me for a few days. And to a lesser extent, to visit my parents. We hung out a lot and she taught me to dance. Well it's more of a frantic flailing around in my baby seat, but hey--rhythm is rhythm.
Woah, I'm a big kid! I went to the doctor today and I'm now at 5730 grams! That is a full 5 kilos over my birth weight! And I'm now 2 feet tall. If I was standing up, that is. Only I can't on the account that I'm still a baby.
It's hard to believe, but as of today I have been at home longer than I was in the hospital. Being at home is awesome, and although I miss the ladies at the NICU, I don't ever want to stay there again! So people ask me, "Andrej, what have you learned in your first 111 days at home?"
That's me on the left, followed by Blake, Yasmine, Ulysse and Etienne. We had a great time reminiscing about our times in the NICU and talking about baby stuff, like bottles, diapers and the latest developments in Baby Einstein gear.
Later, we decided that our moms needed to get out and get some fresh air, so we all piled into our strollers and went for a long, er, stroll along the river. Mommy was especially well behaved so she was allowed to have a coffee later.
Yeah, me and Blake clowning around as usual.
So this was MY Thanksgiving dinner. No, it's not pureed turkey and stuffing and mashed potatoes and gravy, it's the good ol' boob-juice. As always. But my naughty daddy cheated and gave me my first taste of big-boy food! I tried some cranberry sauce and squash, which I loved! It was just a little taste, not a full meal, because that might be a little too much for me. They're looking to give me a full meal at Christmas, so it's good that I get a little practice in before then!
It's getting colder, and that means a lot more preparation involved in getting me out the door. Looking at this picture, it's hard to imagine those lazy summer days when I wore nothing much more than a diaper and a smile outside. But that's OK since it gives mommy a chance to go shopping for more outfits for me. It's a regular fashion show here every day! I think by the time I was wrangled into this ensemble mommy and daddy had forgotten where they were going with me. Oh well. I still got a nice walk out of the deal.
Hey look everyone! It's my old friend Jocelyn from the NICU. Auntie J used to look after me during the overnight shifts, and let me tell you, we had a party almost every night! I say almost since some nights I was being a brat. Especially the night she saved my life. That was pretty cool. Jocelyn has a very special record with me in that every shift she worked she looked after me. No other nurse can make that claim! She was also the first person to give me a bath. She is also very special to my mom and dad, particularly at the beginning when they were staying all night with me--she encouraged them and gave me extra love and care. What an inspiration you are, auntie J!
