I forgot to mention that Hammie had his four month checkup last week, and it went fine (aside from much shot-induced screaming). He is now 16.1 pounds and 25.6 inches long. Interestingly, this is almost exactly as long as Fraser was at his 4 month checkup, but almost a pound and a half lighter. It also means that Hammie has dropped down to the 75% percentile in height and weight. The doctor says this is perfectly normal and nothing to worry about, but since I am me I have been low-grade concerned about it since the appointment.

My concern is really that I have been wanting to stretch out Hammie's feedings at night, since he is still eating every 2 to 3 hours and that kind of schedule wears on you after awhile, but now I'm not sure if it is a good idea. He isn't really the best eater, since he is easily distracted and tends to "snack" in 10 minute sessions instead of really going to town and nursing for the 30 - 45 minutes (I am informed by the rest of momdom) is normal. Andy's solution, of course, is to just give the little weasel some formula, throw him in the crib and shut the door, but I am either too kind or too wimpy to even consider such a, shall we say, "direct" route.

So, in the meantime, I have followed my tried and true method of dealing whenever anything in my life starts to feel out of control and I have made up schedules and time lines and formulated many many plans. Sure, this approach worked better when I was dealing with a semester at school or a project at work, probably because no matter how often I explain the schedule to Hammie and Fraser they can't seem to get with the program, but it makes me feel better anyway.

In Fraser, related news, I also forgot to mention that Fraser is going through the funniest stage in which he likes to label pretty much everything as "Mommy's" "Daddy's" or "Hammie's." (nothing is "Fraser's" so far). Some things are pretty simple, like Mommy's car, Daddy's truck and Hammie's stroller, but others are rather amusing. For example, the liquor bottles and the milk are daddy's and all coffee cups are mommy's. I did, however, find it necessary to correct him when he pointed at my boobs and said "Hammie's," Um, no. All appearances to the contrary aside, those do still belong to Mommy.