At four months, Levi actually is getting cuter by the day. It's true. His doctor even made a note of it in his chart when we went for his check up.
"Additional notes: Adorable baby. Happy. Active. Big blue eyes." I watched her write it down. Adorable baby is the official diagnosis. I never doubted for a second.
We have another tall, thin baby on our hands. Levi measured in the 75th percentile for height and the fifth percentile for weight. Seems that "active" part is helping him burn off every calorie I'm putting in him. We'll be beefing up his feedings with some bottles and oatmeal soon.
He took his four month shots like a man, only whimpering once. I was so proud of him, I took myself out for coffee afterward.
We had a minor setback in the Get Levi Out of My Closet campaign (more on that later), but we're actively working toward a solution that is agreeable to all parties. Until then, he's welcome to share space with my sweaters so long as he continues to be a fabulous sleeper. So far, so good.