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October 21 - Ethan was two months old yesterday. Jeff's out of town again, so
he missed Ethan's two-month appointment with the pediatrician. Nothing too
exciting, except that Ethan now weighs 14 pounds, 6 ounces, and is 24 3/4
inches long. He's in the 90th percentile of both height and weight. All I can
say is... thank goodness he was average-sized at birth!
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I've been taking lots of pictures, since Jeff's not here. I even took one of
Sven -- I came into the nursery, and he was meowing at the window, with a
little twin Sven-kitty stalking him from below. Sven's quite the adventurer --
the other night I was awakened by the yowls of a cat fight outside. I got up
and went to look, and followed the sounds around the side of the house... where
I came upon Sven sitting on the fence, a big tuft of fur sticking out of his
mouth.
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He's the best baby in the world, no doubt about it. Lots of smiles today, and
he even did a kind of huh-huh-huh almost-laugh. He's going to giggle soon, I
know it.
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The middle of the night feedings are getting easier, especially when they don't
happen until 6 am. He's slept 6 hours several times, though it can't be counted
on. Last night I was looking down at him after he'd fallen asleep on the boob,
just loving him. He was completely relaxed, eyes closed. Then he smiled, and a
drop of milk spilled out of the corner of his mouth and rolled down his chubby
little cheek. The very picture of a contented glutton.
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October 24 - Tonight we had dinner at Lori and Andrew's down the street. Dinner
for the Neighborhood Remodelers' Association, they said: us, Karla and Jay (and
twins), and Molly and Chris. Very, very fun. I love our new neighborhood. It's
such fun to feel like we're making new friends.
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October 28 - Jeff's out of town. Again. I had a funny experience in JoAnn's
today, shopping for last-minute costume stuff -- Ethan had been asleep for an
hour or so. He woke up, pooped loudly. Then he started gagging, so I quickly
took him out of his carseat, whereupon he promptly spit up, aiming over my
shoulder and onto the floor. I took him down from my shoulder to comfort him,
and he spit up some more, vast quantities in a puddle on the floor.
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Naturally, I'd left the diaper bag in the car, since I'd left the stroller at
home, hadn't been sure they'd have shopping carts, so I didn't want to carry
the carseat and the diaper bag both. So all I had to mop up with was the
blanket I'd had round his head in the car seat. Well, at least no one else saw
it happen.
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