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Hmmm, am I talking about Jason or Easton there? Well, they both seem happier about it now. We nearly had to abort the plan halfway through due to strap placement issues but we worked it all out and went for a graduation drive around the neighborhood. Easton just looked out the window at first, didn't seem like he thought anything was too special. But, he had fun nonetheless, check out this video.

Okay, so that's done. Yay! J is glad and hopefully Easton won't get so red and sweaty now that the A/C can reach him a bit better. And, hopefully he won't cry on the half an hour drive home from Boulder when the sun is in his eyes. :( It just looks harder to put him in the seat now. Oh well.

Dorky mama that I am, I keep track of everything E does and what he weighed at all his appointments and stuff. Well, on 7/12 of last year he weighed 14 pounds 1.5 ounces. He was doing great, on the charts then and everything--even for his actual age he was 10th percentile. Then he started crawling...and the weight gain slowed. So much so that when you do the math, he's only gained 5 pounds 5.5 ounces in the whole danged year! Sheesh.

Last night J and I talked about it all again and I think I just have to come to terms with the fact that E will always be small. I have never liked it when people said, "One day he'll hit that growth spurt and just take off" because, well, have you seen my husband? He's not exactly a big guy and never was growing up. I was always average as a child (WAAAAAAY above average as a baby, though) and didn't get "tall" until 8th grade or so. Anyway, Jason turned out just fine, better than fine if you ask me ;) and so will Easton. People come in different sizes, I know, I think I was just thinking for awhile it was preemieness, but now I'm pretty convinced it's genetics. Things could change for him, of course, but I doubt it. Doesn't mean I'll ever stop hoping he'll grow, but I'm okay with it regardless. My kid doesn't have much of an appetite and there's nothing you can do for that. I refuse to force feed him even if it was possible. And he's picky...but most toddlers are. J and I still are. There's that pesky genetics again. :) Alright, I think I'm done...

Moving along...we didn't go to Circle Time today. E woke up at 7 calling out "Mama" and I can't refuse to get him up when he's being sweet like that. By "refusing" I mean, go take a shower first. So, I don't like the idea of going out unwashed so I'll shower now that he's napping and we'll head out later. Probably even to the library. And Wal-Mart.

Oh yeah, E started on some almond butter yesterday. It gave him the rigors at first but he kept asking for more and so he had some. Not a lot but it's a start. Then Jason had a peanut butter/strawberry breakfast bar type thing and E took one bite and refused to take any more. Hmph. I'm hoping he'll both tolerate and like these nut butters now that we've started them. I want him getting protein and the fat in them certainly can't hurt.

Well, off to cleanse myself but before I go check out E's crazy toe again...wow, genetics AGAIN. No doubt he's Jason's son. Phew! :)