This week FIN turned 5 weeks old. At his 1 month doctor appointment, he measured in the 75th percentile for height, weight, and head measurements. He weighed in at 9lbs 7 oz. Almost 1 pound in 1 month since birth. I'm so proud. I look at his chubby legs, arms, and cheeks and know that I did that.
I look at him in wonderment and find something new about him everyday. He has his grandpa Pancho's detached ear lobes, the Nunez's hanging pinky toe, and well everything else you'd swear came from his grandpa Rich (my dad). His head shape, the wrinkling of his forehead, the eyes, even his yawn is dad.
This past weekend, his aunties Saralyn and Alanna visited. I marvel at what a calm wonderful mother Alanna is. Even though her daughter Sophia wasn't with her, you could see the mother in her when she held FIN. Saralyn is a natural. Watching her just hold FIN and talk to him, I can only try to mimic. Its as if she had a past life with lots of children that gave her the experienced mother feel.
FIN is definately learning lots from his surroundings. He follows my voice, will follow my eyes, and keeps a close eye on his toys (aka his friends). His older brother Winston mostly keeps his eyes on FIN's pacifiers. Its tough to be the older sibling and not have the new toys.
Here is a picture of FIN dressed for Halloween 2007.
