The little guy is sleeping right now- sleeping off his immunization shots. This round affected him quite a bit. He got feverish and he just wanted to be held by his mama. She held him pretty much all day yesterday, and he just kinda groaned and moaned. He was a sad little bundle.
He had his four month check-up a couple days ago. Unfortunately, the timing fell right in the middle of his nap time. I planned our departure down to the minute to maximize his sleeping so I could show up on time with a happy baby… and it almost worked. I had a snack’s worth of a bottle ready, his outfit laid out, and his diaper bag packed. I woke him up gently, changed him, gave him some bottle. Good to go- I set him down in his carseat and strapped him in. I congratulated myself at being the best dad ever and put my sunglasses on like a boss. And then I heard the rumble. It was soft at first, but then built into a cacophony of squirts and runny bubbles only a dad could love. I looked down at him and our eyes met. I shook my head in disbelief at him and he held his stone cold gaze at me, “That’s for waking me up from my nap, asshole.”
We ended up at the pediatrician’s office about five minutes late- but I didn’t really care- they make us wait around half of the time we spend there anyway. Arlo weighed in at 14lbs, 5oz, and he’s 2ft tall. The doc poked, prodded, pulled on him. As she was doing this I noticed an odd bulge about the size of a golf ball on his shoulder. I panicked and thought to myself maybe I had dislocated his shoulder somehow being too rough with him or picking him up too aggressively. I gently poked it and realized it was just a bump of fat sitting there at a funny angle- an impressive bump of fat mind you. Whew!
The doc said for his age and prematurity he is far ahead of where he could be. He shows up on the charts of full term babies now. She was impressed at how much more social he had become in the two months since she last saw him. She also said he was very strong. At that comment I dug deep and found my thickest Russian accent and proclaimed, “Strong like Bull.” She looked at me quizzically- and Arlo blushed with embarrassment.
The doctor answered my list of first time parenting questions without being annoyed- When can we start feeding him food? When can I take him to a public pool? Do you think his hair looks funny or is it just me? Is okay for him to live his life sounding like a pug? Why does he look Inuit? Should we expect him to roll over soon? Anyway, she was great about it and encouraged me to get in touch (with her nurse) with any more questions. Doc finished up and left and then came the nurse. She’s super nice too but I’m not sure Arlo likes her much anymore. Two shots, one on each fat thigh. When he got his last shots, Arlo was only two months old and his lungs were the size of a two week old. His cries were almost cute then. Not this time though. The kid can howl now. It was sad and hurt me to watch him through the process- but he’ll never remember it, and besides, he resumed his nap before we even left the building.
Arlo is over four months old now. Time has become a warp. The days and weeks since he’s been around seem to go by so fast, and so slow. It seems he is not changing one bit, but then every day there seems to be something new- I don’t know how to describe it. Today I was holding him in my arms while I was feeding him and I imagined him running by me through the kitchen to go out and play in the backyard. Then I imagined him walking back through to leave out the front door- this time he had a deep voice and said he was on his way to school. I looked at the Arlo in my arms as he sucked on his bottle and then glanced at my liquor cabinet and realized it’s probably not too soon to fashion a lock for it.
He has changed a lot though. He loves to smile and play. I pull him up to a sitting position, and then a standing one. He giggles. He’s enthralled by pictures in whatever book I am reading to him- he likes to listen to stories that rhyme. I just realized today that his head is held by it’s own muscles now and I don’t have to worry about it’s fragility too much. I don’t even know when that happened (part of the time warp). He talks garbled nonsense like a drunk sorority girl not caring if there is an audience or not. I talk back to him and we have pleasant conversations about the state of the White House and I teach him how to enunciate the word anonymous.
We took him camping last week for his first time. He loved it. He just seems to like being outside. He spent his time looking at the trees and gazing out across the lake watching his mama on the paddle board. His girlfriend Peyton gave him her old lavender fleece onesie that he wore while it was cold. I gave him a bottle of whiskey to carry around so he could camp like his papa. He slept in the back of the truck with us like he was born to do it (and he was).
We also got rid of his scaly cradle cap- but with the disappearance of it we found that it acted as a shadow of hair. I mean, it was Arlo’s version of spray-on hair. Meaning, the kid has lost most of his hair and now he’s bald. We didn’t really notice it until the cradle cap shadow disappeared. He does have some thick hair though, but only from ear to ear swinging around the back of his neck. He’s got a skullet (skull mullet) like an old man, or like those unfortunate photos of Brittany Spears in crisis.
(He also has beautiful lashes like her’s)
I texted a photo of him today to his Grandma Coral. She said, “Great smile! Where’s the hair??”
Grandma Coral, you know better…