I still remember walking into the kitchen, shaking, holding it in front of me. I passed it to Chris, who asked me what it meant. I nodded, and he hugged me. Oh, and then, of course, I cried.
...flash forward 1 year...
Soooo, Vaughn had his 4-month check up on Monday, and he's MASSIVE!!!
Ok, no he's not. He weighs in at a whopping 11 lbs 4 oz, and measures a staggering 24 inches long. Woo! That puts him firmly on the 50th percentile for length, and the 10th percentile for weight. The doctor looked me up and down and said it was just fine, and frankly, to be expected. I'll take that as a compliment. As for the boy, he's not skinny; he's solid, but not chubby, cheeks aside!
Changing time is one of his favourite things, because he gets to hear my rendition of "Time to Say Goodbye" - which goes, "Time to...change your bum....bum bum bum bum bum...bum bum bum bum." Let's just say that Andrea Bocelli would be horrified.
He loves to cuddle - when he gets tired, he'll "come in for a snuggle", and it's just a matter of seconds till he's calm, quiet, and super easy to put to bed. I think it's his best trick, in fact.
And his other fantastico trick is below. He's a really, really early flipper-over, which makes me fear for the future. As it is, I already can't put him down and walk away. We'll need to invest in baby gates soon, I think! (either that, or overturn a laundry hamper over him...)