Life is not worth living unless you can post a picture of a baby without pants.
It's finally sunny enough for Bo to wear his Frubis, and warm enough to trek around in the Bjorn (which he loves).
He weighed in at 16 and a quarter pounds today! Finally beating Nurse Kathy's scale and tipping well past 16lbs. Plus, we've had two, or maybe even three, nights in a row with peaceful gag-free sleep. And he has been eating without throwing up. I really think we've turned a corner, and am desperately hoping the nephrologist has a sneaky trick up her sleeve to help lower his currently elevated level of Aluminum (the putative source of all the kidney stones and the potential source of calcium deficiency).
And not to get all God-squad on the www, but I had to mention it because it struck me as both funny and providential, but my pastor casually asked if we had godparents picked out for Bo, and when I told him the godfather was Brian, he shrieked, "I know Brian!" I was like, "no, you did not just shriek in church." Well, yes he did. Turns out this is the pastor that Brian grew up with. And then, on top of that, he knows the family of the godmother because her mom is very active in the student parish at MSU (mine is the student parish here in Kzoo). Our plan is to baptize Bo this summer. Jose remains religously ambiguous, but fully supportive of me.
