Brandon is a month old. I wanted to weigh him so I could log his growth month by month in his baby book. Yes, I am keeping a baby book. I didn’t think myself to be the kind of mom who would save hospital bracelets and locks of hair, but my sister bought me this adorable baby book and I wanted to fill every space in completely as instructed. Steve saved Brandon’s umbilical cord stump and a booger the second week, joking that it would go in Brandon’s baby book – both items repulsed me; I do draw the line somewhere.
But I am a bit anxious to see what his two month milestone has in store for us. I’m afraid we might be in a new size of clothes by then. Already his one-piece sleep n’ plays with the feet are becoming pretty stretched by the time they make it to his neck.