Gradually... sunddenly.

Felix continues to reside in the 90th percentile: 18 pounds, 27.5 inches! Though cliched, the phrase, "They grow up so fast," really hits home. Not that I have noticed his exponential growth day-to-day, but on reflection of our time in the hospital and looking at pictures, it is quite shocking to see the difference that is right under my nose. I think I favor the less cliche, though completely banal: "It happened gradually, then all of a sudden." This is preferable to me because it is so applicable to so many aspects of life and can be said without employing a grandmotherly tone while requisite cheek pinching. However you slice it, "Life comes at you fast."

Tap, Tap... Tooth!

We've been singing the Yum, Yum, Yam song (something I made up) lately and Felix has been drinking a bit of water from a metal cup with his meals. Fe is a really good eater and drinker, and when he takes a sip of water from his cup, he will kind of munch on the rim. Just a couple days ago, I heard a tap, tap while he was sipping, and I didn't think much of it until Alex asked "does he have a tooth?" when we heard the tapping together yesterday. I immediately stuck my finger in Fe's mouth to feel for it, and sure enough there was a sharp spot on his gum! We have yet to get a good look at it - just glimpses because every time we try to peer into his mouth or gently pull his chin down, he'll stick out his tongue. I'm surprised that he hasn't been more crabby through this tooth cutting, but I'm not disappointed! I hope they all come in this easily. On another note, the Big Latch On was today, and it was really fun to be in a room full of mamas and babies. Fe latched on right away, and I checked the blog later - Portland had 518 mothers nursing simultaneously!

Laughing Out Loud

I filmed this right side up, but somehow the file is upside down. Either way, I hope you enjoy some Felix giggles. I know I do!

Poolside

90+ degree weather today, so the Gillet Family hit the pool. Felix befriended a squirt-y whale and sting ray. Apparently he bites his friends, and he cracked us up by making the ray squirt with every chew.

Onesie weather

A very proportionate boy

Outside of posting a picture here and a video there we have not been very dilegent much here; I blame Facebook, so here's some words. Yesterday we went to the doctor for Felix's four month check-up to address our list of mild-but-concerning items and get him imunized for diseases that probably haven't been around since his grandparents were kids (thank you immunizations). I have to admit that I was reluctant to go (the list of chores/ appeal of a quite morning/ why send two people to do a one person job) but obviously went along and was very happy to have the family time. The best part of going to the doctor is the uneventful, banal feeling that- despite how weird you think you are- most doctors will shrug it off unless there is something really wrong. It is amazing that a doctor can look at a spot and say, "Oh, that's just a thing that kids get," and this makes me all feel at ease. So after brushing off all of Felix's little imperfections, taking his measurements and squeezing his fat little appendages Dr. Endo deemed Felix to be a stong and "Very proportionate boy." Each of his measurements fall right in between the curved lines pointing to 75 to 90th percentile:
Weight: 17' 2.2"
Height: 27"
Head Diameter: 17"
IQ: Profound Genius

We're rollin!