Cough, cough, pay attention to me.

After listening to Marco's cough for the past three weeks, I was starting to think I might actually be a bad mother. I dialed up "advice nurse" hoping she'd tell me something like "Ahh... I'm sure it's fine" or "Don't be high-maintenance - just wait it out." No such luck.

The Doc had an appointment today at 4, so I figured it was a sign. I swear she basically said "I'm sure it's fine... don't be high-maintenance.. just wait it out..." Blast! Since it is two weeks until his six month wellness checkup, she just threw that in too while I was there. Gotta earn the co-pay!
Here are Marco's five and a half month stats:

Weight: 17 lbs. 2 oz
Height: 25.5 inches (yes, still!)
Head circumference: He doesn't wanna talk about it.

Stats put him in the 55th, 19th and 88th percentile respectively. She says developmentally he's hitting his milestones, he's growing and eating well. In summary, great news - we pass as parents! Phewf, it was touch and go there for awhile.

On the GLEC front, Marco is loving rice cereal, applesauce, peas, sweet potatoes and bananas. Next stop, carrots!

**Please note that in the pic, Marco is rocking a size 1 diaper. I think they mixed up his bin with little Marcos' at daycare. They just told me last week to bring him size 3s. Also notice how my fab Coach bag now holds diapers, wipes and toys.**

Proud to be an American.

Barbeques... watermelon... pool parties... baseball... three-day weekends... this is the stuff holidays are made of.

I'm sure this is in the "What not to do in the first year" book, but whatevs.

Next time, ten more pushups before showing the pecs around town. Maybe we should've left his "Born in the USA" t-shirt on.

Marco rocks the baby pool at the Briggs' house with Sadie and Brooke. With swimming lessons and a birthday under her belt, Brooke is clearly sandbagging.

Marco gives the big kid pool a shot. Pool? Brrrr. Spa? Just riiiight.
Marco cuddles up to Makenzie at the Mulrys.

Illegal fireworks should be enforced... but... as long as they're not, we went ahead and enjoyed both the professional and bootleg versions from atop the D'Angelo's hill. Beat LA.

And a cheers to Grammy Pammy on her birthday - can't wait to see you next weekend!

Flapjack

This baby is like a flapjack. Back... and forth... and back... and forth. And more recently, he's mastered forth... and forth... and forth... until I find him wedged under the coffee table or mashed up against the door. Clearly, planning his getaway.

Daycare continues to keep us aprised of his neverending chatter and his insistence on being on the floor to roll and roll.

Here's a video of both:

Sunnyside Up.

Dear Marco,

If it's 2030 and you're reading this post - probably on a device embedded in your hand - I just want to say that I'm sorry. But I couldn't resist!

Love,
Momma

GLEC

His membership card is in the mail - we've officially welcomed Marco into the Good Little Eater's Club when he finished an entire container of applesauce!

So far, he chows rice cereal and applesauce and seems to enjoy both. He's been waking up at night and wanting to eat and although it could be our family's neverending cough (blah!), daycare says he's moving around so much now that he's probably hungry... enter high chairs and bibs, spoons and adorable, messy faces. Next stop... peas.