Even though this onesie is a bit big, I pulled it out of Signal's drawer yesterday and put it on him just to make myself feel better. I also hoped that complete strangers might excuse any odd behaviour on my part after looking at his front, secure in the knowledge that I was a half-crazed, sleep-deprived woman who could not really be held accountable for my own actions.
Signal has 4 teeth in his top gums that seem poised on the edge of breaking out. This is disturbing his sleep. He is working on crawling with more success. This is disturbing his sleep. And he is going through a growth spurt again. This is disturbing his sleep. So really, we're not sleeping much.
The other night, Signal drank 14 ounces between the hours of 8pm and 6:30am. 14! Crazy. And he has officially outgrown his 6-12 month Robeez. Despite the fact that everyone (including shoe salespeople) keeps telling me that Robeez are sized large. His feet just don't fit into them anymore. No way, no how.
At storytime yesterday, I was talking to a very, very nice mom of a 10 month old boy. Whom Signal outweighs by nearly 8 pounds, and towers over by a good 4-5 inches. I know that there is variation in everything, including babies. But seriously, sometimes I feel that we have a bit of a freak on our hands. The boy in huge. Huge! I'm only 5 feet tall, for heavens sake. At this rate, he'll be taller than me by the time he's 8.