Okay, so we're back from the beach. It was fun. And sandy. And tiring. But before I bore you to death with those photos, I must continue a silly little tradition from around these parts. Ike had his two-month check-up today. So....
Noah, at birth: 9 pounds, 15 ounces and 21 inches long.
Noah, at two months: 12 pounds even and 24.5 inches long.
Ezra, at birth: 7 pounds, 7 ounces and 21-1/4 inches long.
Ezra, at two months: 12 pounds, 12 ounces, 24 inches long.
Ike, at birth: 7 pounds, 9 ounces and 21-1/4 inches long.
Ike, at two months: 10 pounds, 15 ounces and 24 inches long.
So if you've ever wondered what happens when you take the exact same set of dominant genes and some Y chromosomes, then toss 'em in a cocktail shaker three separate times, well. There you go. You get the same basic baby, more or less, just with varying amounts of chub and skepticism.
(And differing levels of pissiness re: the two-month vaccinations. The photo might not reflect it, but IKE IS VERY, VERY PISSY RE: THE TWO-MONTH VACCINATIONS, LET ME TELL YOU.)