4 Month Check Up

Henry went to the doctor yesterday for the official 4 month check up. Everything looks good. He's a healthy, growing baby boy. He's 15.9 lbs. (70th percentile) and 25-1/2" (also 70th percentile). Above average, but not ginormous (unless compared to big sister at this age...ha).

4 Months Old

Henry is 4 months old. He celebrated by rolling from his back to his tummy for the first time. He goes for his 4 month well-baby doctor's visit on Monday. I'll pass along official stats as soon as I know them.

I don't need no stinkin' pants.

Unicorn Lily

My people had some friends over last night. One of them has a silly app on his phone that does this to pictures...

Lily got a kick out of it.

Giggling Baby

Not Cool

My tall girl person briefly left the room the other evening and came back to find this.

Lily had given Henry her doll and covered him up with her pink blanket. It's going to be rough growing up with a big sister.

Like Father, Like Son

Easily Entertained

This is one of my girl people's favorite Sesame Street skits right now even though the taller girl usually really, really, really dislikes Elmo. Perhaps it's because Elmo is uncomfortable that she likes it? Or maybe she likes Ricky Gervais enough to even things out? Who knows. The little girl person just thinks it's hilarious. Enjoy!

Busy Easter

My people did all sorts of fun things for Easter this year. They had breakfast with the Easter bunny at the zoo, colored eggs, did an egg hunt, went out to dinner, went to church and got to enjoy the weekend with Lily and Henry's South Carolina cousins. Click below for pictures.

Easter Fun 2010

The One Where Being Stealthy Backfires

So, remember how I told you I got my nails trimmed recently and was very stealthy and able to sneak up on my people? Well, today that backfired. My girl people were downstairs moving laundry around when I decided to go down and check things out. They didn't hear me come into the laundry room. When they were done, they closed the door, headed upstairs and then off to the grocery store. When they got home, Lily started looking for me all over the house. She asked my tall person where I was and she didn't know either. She thought maybe I had been left outside, but I wasn't there. Then she thought maybe I had gotten shut in downstairs. She stood at the gate at the top of the stairs and called my name, but I didn't come (since I was stuck behind a door and all). They finally came downstairs to look assuming I was hanging out in my crate or maybe asleep on the couch. It wasn't until they finally heard me whine from behind the laundry room door that they realized what had happened. And that, my friends, is the downside to being a dog with short nails.