Tough Guy

Logan got his first round of shots yesterday. Mama says it was sad to see him cry harder than he ever has before, but the squalling lasted only 3 minutes or so. We gave him infant Tylenol, but it seems he didn't develop much of a fever like they said. He even slept from midnight til five a.m. without a fuss! (Actually, Dad was supposed to do the usual feeding in the wee hours, but he was so wiped out after raquetball and teaching that he slept right on through it for the first time!) They weighed him, too, and he's now 11lbs 5oz., which means he's gained an ounce a day over the past week.

Logan has resumed making little humming tunes as he nurses. My favorite is the one that sounds like he's going, "oi, oi, oi, oi, oi." We have framed pictures of him in his sailor suit at the 1 month mark here and in our offices. My favorite is the one where his hand seems to be making a secret sign known only to Masons.

It's been getting a lot cooler. Last night it was downright chilly on our neighborhood stroll, and we had stepped out without jackets or sweatshirts, not expecting the windiness. But Logan drifted right off in his stroller beneath the mosquito netting. I think he has forgiven us for those nasty shots -- he only complained with a few irritated whimpers yesterday afternoon from where the nurses had stuck the needle. But he's been smiling again since last evening. He's our tough little guy.