Let the good times . . .

Sebastian is like a miniature King Kong, particularly when I hold his hands and prop him on his feet, allowing him to wobble back and forth, looking down past his Buddha belly to the blanket kingdom below. He also swipes at things now with the accuracy of a drunk, and grasps things that are firmly pressed into his palm. Today, he rolled over. This wasn't the first time he accomplished this baby Everest of feats, but it was the first time in quite a while. He first rolled over at 15 days old, and then promptly did it again (see my last post referencing the smartest, strongest, cutest child ever born). Then he rolled over once again, a few weeks later. But since then, Sebastian's gotten a bit chunky. Well, actually, he is downright fat which from what I've learned about babies, is a good thing. It means he's a good eater and growing well. You see, Sebastian was an itty bitty baby. He was born in the 25th percentile for height and weight, though it sure didn't feel that way to me. He didn't want to eat at first. He lost some weight (all babies do, I'm assured). And then . . . he mastered the fine art of breastfeeding. And boy oh boy, has he gained ground. For the first six weeks after leaving the hospital, Sebastian gained a pound a week. By his one month appointment, he was already 9 lbs 12 oz - the 50th percentile! By his two month appointment, he was 12 lbs 14 oz - the 75th percentile! And now at nearly three months, he is over 14 pounds and wearing 6 month clothing. I've got a regular old Paul Bunyon on my hands here! But with all this extra bulk, the little guy had lost his emerging roll-over skills. . . . until today! He's off and rolling! And hopefully this time it's a skill that will last.