Milkalepsy

Milkalepsy is my made-up word of the week. It describes what happens to my son when he has a full belly of milk: he passes right out, without warning or any control on his part. It's cute.

New developments for Henry in the past week include real smiles and an occasional, actual, giggle sound. He is gaining more and more head and neck control and threatens to rear back and bonk Momma a black eye or a fat lip. His hand eye coordination is coming along nicely and he will now lay and stare up at the colorful toys dangling above him in the crib. He will do this for a long time before he gets bored. He enjoys tummy time and prefers the natural rubber German pacifiers to the plastic American type. This makes total sense given his parents affinity for German things, particularly bier :D

Henry has lost most of the hair on top of his head and looks a bit like a monk or an old man that is sadly attempting the comb-over thing. He also has very dry, flaky skin on his noggin' known as "cradle cap" so he really resembles a monk with severe dandruff that is prone to vomiting milk onto his robe...

We moved him from the bassinet in our room to the real crib in his room last night. It was scary for Momma to have him so far away, but successful. He slept 5 1/2 hours and we are praying for a repeat tonight. He digs the classical music lullabies and continually makes wild arm motions as though he is conducting the orchestra. He's obviously brilliant.

The kid is also growing like a weed. He's stretched the cotton fiber limits of the 0-3 month onesies and is rapidly outgrowing everything in the 3-6 month size range. We expect him to be at least as big as Grandpa Merald by the time he's twelve.

The boy is not showing a preference for one hand or another yet (c'mon lefty) but we see great promise in him already. Right now we are predicting that he will grow up to be a genius-scientist-athlete-gardener-tree hugger that will retire wealthy from a successful baseball career and use his MIT education to solve the global warming crisis. But, you know, no pressure.