Hendrix is growing well. He eats a ton, but even so I was surprised to hear his weight today. The boy is now 10 pounds and 14 ounces . . . no, 11 pounds . . . no, 10 pounds and 14 ounces . . . no, 11 pounds . . . oh now we're back to 10 pounds and 14 ounces. That's kind of how weighing went today. We've been joking that he's actually a little Hercules from the strength and eagerness he shows.
Zane recently asked what my milk taste like. I told him it's whatever-I-eat flavored. :-) We gave examples.
At Zane's and Vanessa's well-visit appointments a couple of months ago, Dr. LaMonte asked the kids their favorite meals. Vanessa answered Mom's beef tacos and Zane answered Mom's meatloaf. I was flattered and Dr. LaMonte was impressed that they chose homecooked meals. I told Zane today we ought to make meatloaf so Hendrix can have meatloaf flavored milk. Zane said "Would he want ketchup with that?"
Hendrix has figured out home life. His nights are becoming shorter and focused. He's beginning to accept lights out. He discovered his hands and feet a week or so ago -- he's getting good at using and working them. He seems to be getting our daily routines.
He has a herniated belly button. Zane had a weird whatever in which tissue poked out looking like a little tongue hanging out of his belly button, until Dr. L put stuff on it to cause it to dry up and fall away. Hendrix is a happy spitter like Vanessa was. He's a squeaker, grunter and neigher like Zane was. But he's Hendrix and doing quite well.
