We had success last night taking Logan to the Wooden Spoon! He slept peacefully the whole time as we enjoyed the company of Holly and Leonard Allen and the great made-from-scratch foods such as fried catfish, bread, baked beans, green tomato relish, and a brownie sundae. It was good to catch up with the Allens who teach for JBU (Holly), work as editor for ACU press (Leonard), and do the bulk of the gardening in our plot out back. The Allens share our love for good detective fiction and films like the Sherlock Holmes and Brother Cadfael series, among other things like theological conundrums within Baptist/Church of Christ circles.
Logan went to the doctor for his shots on Friday, but the receptionists failed to note while making the appointment that he's four days short of two months, and therefore legally ineligible to receive them until he reaches two months of age exactly. But the doctor apologized and gave him a checkup while Amanda was there, and we learned that Logan is now 23" long, putting him in the 90th percentile of tall infants, but in the 50th percentile with a weight of 10lbs 13oz. Dr. Duncan said some babies are just tall and a bit thinner than others, but we will try to keep increasing his weight over time. A colleague of mine in the engineering dept. who has 8 children told me yesterday that those percentiles are based on "Iowa corn-fed" babies, giving skewed standards, thus his kids are consistently in the low range.
The doctor performed the routine reflex tests and so forth and said he's perfectly normal. He can now be placed on his tummy with supervision for a few minutes each day to aid his development and build up his muscles to support that beautiful baby head. Speaking of which, Logan has had a small red ovular mark on the left between his temple and crown, a mark we thought was one of the small scabs from the forceps. But Dr. Duncan said this is just a birthmark that may grow slightly as he gets bigger, but will eventually go away. It will be covered by his hair at any rate. He has another teeny-tiny one on his back but it's the size of a pin prick.
Today Logan made cute bellowing sounds like "A-oooo" to let us know he was ready to feed. It reminded me of a family saying, one always directed to wee ones: "Can you say, 'A-boo'?" I have no idea what that means. Here's another: "Yetchanoyetch, honey." I finally figured that one out after I heard a line in an old black & white movie where an actress said to a baby, "Yes, and oh yes." I put that together with my parents' palatalization ("ch" sound) of the sibilant "s" and determined it was just a bygone expression obscured further by baby-talk pronunciation. By no means do I look down on it; I use it freely myself without even thinking, as we revert to those native terms of endearment that spring most readily to the lips.
Today it is raining cats and dogs, and so we'll try to take more photos of Logan sporting his favorite outfits and then post them. For this video taken today, it shows up better if you tilt your screen downward and maybe adjust the brightness. He's our hungry caterpillar!
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The 'eh-boo' originated with Dad cooing over Brent and saying, "Can you say 'eh-boo'?". That was because 'eh-boo' was Brent's first vocalization, and Dad latched onto it. This same question was then posed to you and all subsequent babies Dad interacted with.
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