Rowan had his four month checkup today. Dr. Zimmerman was charming as always, commenting on how bouncing and smiley indeed our little one has become! His weight is great (you'll have to wait until the picture of the day for November 12th to see just how great), and his height is now 25 1/2 inches! His head circumference is...who am I kidding...you don't really care about that, now do you? What you care about is that he's totally healthy and doing great. And he took the shots like a true champ.
The big ball that got dropped were the words this mommy has been dreading. The horrible "SF" -- Solid Foods! Not that I don't want Rowan to grow up and taste the wider variety of what life has to offer (besides breastmilk), I think it's just that I'd rather he not taste the wider variety of what life has to offer right now. :-) I just picture spoons, sticky cereal, a messy baby, and woe of all woes, the end of always having the perfect food, at the perfect temperature, right with us no matter where we go. Nonetheless, it'll be a fun new chapter, I know. One we'll start closer to 6 months of age, not 4. (Yes, that's perfectly fine with the established medical community. And yes, I know people in my generation probably ate solid foods closer to 6 WEEKS of age than 6 MONTHS, but hey, things change. They change quickly. :-)