So, we are (knock on wood) going on two days with actual long naps. Weird. Great. We'll see what happens next.
Dr. Spell said that we haven't yet spoiled Kjell or ruined his sleep habits---yet being the key word. These doctors, they don't mind making poor, sweet baby boys cry. Mom is a little softer souled. Dad is on the fence only because mom is softer souled. He's a smart man.
Really though, sweating profusely and flailing arms and limbs are actually good for a little boy? OkayDr. Spell, I'll give you a week to see if we can tame this "temperament issue." Probably the good doctor is right, and it will be only Mom crying and flailing when all is said and done. Dad got nervous when doctor spell mentioned that Kjell's propensity to want to be held and have constant attention paid to him (and the subsequent crying and flailing when it is not) was mostly just his temperament showing. Mom, who has a tendency to enjoy attention and cuddling, wasn't bothered as much. Go figure.
Kjell no longer has a wee dinosaur head (though his arms cotinue to be more in T-rex proportions). He is up in the ranks of respectable head size as of today's appointment and continues to lead the baby ranks in height. His showing in the weight category is also nothing to sneeze at.
As far as shots go, it was not as smooth sailin' as at the two month visit. Kjell decided he now does not like the flavor of Rotavirus vaccine which he gulped down with great zeal at the last visit. Maybe they changed flavors.
This is good stuff. I am loving hugs and kisses and even try to give some of my own now. Rice cereal isn't too bad either. I did better this time, so it may be more of a permanent part of my diet soon.
Kjell got some new big boy duds. He is already wearing 6-9 month clothes. He was quite fond of the new outfit and celebrated wearing it by spending some time with his pops. They watched football together. Later we tested out how warm the pants really were with a little stroll and stroller ride around the neighborhood. Kjell thought it was great until just after six o'clock when he decided that it was time for bed. He does this now very suddenly. He'll be very jovial and good-natured one moment and then turn into a little cranky pumpkin the next moment. Mom and Pops have had to become experts at rollin' with the punches. Bed time is now usually long before the sun goes down. But it seems to suit him and he wakes up quite cheerily in the morning. 
Kjell has been trying out some new things, namely his high chair, and testing out costumes for Halloween. We haven't decided if we'll actually take him trick-or-treating this year. It seems mostly like a transparent ploy to get candy ourselves. That, and I think we'd both miss holding Moose back as he strains at the collar while all the little ghosts and goblins of the neighborhood come begging for sugar. We don't hold onto him after 9:00 when the too-old teenagers come a knockin'.
Kjell has a new buddy---well at least now they have met in person. Jeffrey Kato-Dilks came to visit. Although you can't tell from this picture, they really were taken with one another. They smiled at one another, held hands, and shared slobber and toys. It was great to see Jeffrey again because Jamie and I haven't seen him since he was two weeks old. He has changed quite a bit since then. He now moves gracefully and practiced his new tricks at our house. He crawls and pulls up to a standing position. We got a quick preview of what we need to do to baby ready the house.
It's been an eventful couple of weeks.
