Our last shot of all of Peter, after his favorite activity ever.Today, Peter was circumcised. Ouch, indeed. I won't go into the discussions that we had that led up to the snippage, but Kevin's reaction after he saw the results show was: "I'm glad I don't remember mine."
But, our Piglet did a really great job during the procedure; Dr. Soriano said he slept through almost 80 percent of the procedure, and freaked out only when he needed to be strapped down. (Apparently, our baby is one of the rare ones who hates to be swaddled - or, at least, hates to have his arm movement restricted.)
In other news, our son is a tub. He weighed in at 9 pounds, 9 ounces - a POUND increase from 6 days ago. Gigantor, indeed. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised: when the medical assistant asked us what we use to calm him down (like a pacifier, or giving him a finger to suck on), my reply was that he liked to eat. A lot. It's pretty much the only thing that works. (Not that we've had much need for serious comforting.)
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