Friday, July 27, 2012
The look on poor Max's face is priceless. He looks as if he knows there is a monster behind him but he's doing his best to ignore it.
Dorian has made himself right at home and Max is really not sure what to think of him. Max does not understand this need to roll around on the floor and pock with his toes.
After a weigh-in this morning, I thought the scale was broken because all I saw was 3 1/3 ounces. Finally I saw that there was a 1 in front of that. Good job Dorian! Four more weeks and I can breathe easier and not worry as much about him.
We are going to try to celebrate with some solid food later today, but so far he doesn't seem at all interested. He still wants to be a baby and use his bottle. You would think with two extra hands he could hold it for himself!
Have a wonderful weekend and I'll see you all next week!
Take care, Brandie