Shits & Giggles

Last Wednesday: Zander went in for his two month check up and weighed in at 9 lbs. 13 oz. He showed off many of his baby tricks to the doctor: pushing himself up with his legs, lifting his head while laying on his tummy, rolling from his tummy to his back, smiling, and chatting. For his efforts, he got four innoculations. Awww.

Last Thursday: After two weeks of freaking us out by holding his poop in for prodigious lengths of time - with the aid of some diluted baby apple juice proscribed by the doctor - Zander finally pooped under his own power.

Saturday: Zander attended his first baseball game, the Lansing Lugnuts vs. the Peoria Chiefs to celebrate his Aunt Chrissi's birthday. Unfortunately the game was rained out in the fifth inning. Not that Zander was aware - he was so overwhelmed by the (relatively tiny) stadium that he went to sleep early in the game to cope with the overstimulation.

Today: Zander pooped again! We all three finally feel like this butt business is on even keel. But the best part of today - and you can imagine it would have to be something really cool to beat out the pooping - Zander laughed. He was in his bouncer and I was sitting next to him reading a novel. I heard an unmistakable bark of laughter and looked up, wondering if he was actually unhappy (since his happy noises are quiet and his unhappy noises are very loud) but no, he was smiling at his toys.