Well, I took Mason to his pediatrician because he had been congested for about a week and a half. The congestion part of our visit was much less exciting in comparison to the news that Mason had gained two pounds in two weeks. That's right. He now weighs twelve pounds which pulls him out of the 90th percentile and plops him right in the 97th. No wonder my back always hurts. Just yesterday someone at the park asked how old he was. "Six weeks," I replied. I wish you could all see the taken aback look on the man's face.
So I can't help but wonder as I haul around Mason, are six week olds still considered newborns?
How adorable! Mason is so handsome and is growing like a weed! I'm so glad to see things going well for you and Andy! Take care!
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