4 Month Stats

We took Little Man to the doctor this morning for his four month old check up. Everything checked out great. The doctor recommended we start solid food. I was kind of hoping we could delay this. Joseph takes foooreeeever to drink his milk. He'll stop halfway through, play with his hands awhile, and then decide to finish sometime later on. Adding solid food means we'll be feeding him for hours! I was hoping we could delay the solid food until he holds his bottles himself. So this weekend it's rice cereal. He weighed 15 pounds 7 ounces and was 25 inches long. That's 50th percentile in length and 75th in weight. Maybe we should skip the rice cereal and start with the rib-eye. I am reminded of something disturbing I witnessed at daycare. One of the kids in his class is a little over a year old. Every morning when I drop Joseph off she's hoggin down on some Captain Crunch her mom packs for her. What in the world? I was in college before I was allowed to have Captain Crunch! I'm going to be "that" no sugar mom. I'll tell you why. I was tubby in the fifth grade. If I were a boy I would have worn husky jeans. I don't know, perhaps I wore a girl version of husky jeans. The slightly fat era was short lived and I became skinny as a rail in middle school, but I remember the slightly fat days and I remember knowing I was slightly fat and feeling bad about it. Don't get me wrong, I was fed super healthy and exercised plenty and the year of the slight fatness was purely genetic, I'm sure, but I still felt sorta bad because of my pleasant plumpness. I can only imagine how it must feel for kids who really are overweight. (I likely was not technically "overweight"). I want to do what I can to minimize the risk of Joseph struggling with his weight as a child. I hope that he takes an interest in sports and running early on and he'll continue to be my little running buddy (he already goes with me in his jog stroller). Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to be that mom who tells the teacher Joseph can't have a cupcake on someone's birthday, but I will be that mom who preaches the evils of soda(I promise I'll quit drinking Coke by the time he gets old enough to want it) and you won't find me bringing Captain Crunch to school. Now that I'm on the topic, as of last weekend I've lost all of the pregnancy weight. Don't get me wrong - this is NOT to say that things look the same. They don't. They look very different. A small deflated tire still resides on my lower midsection, but I bought the Bender Ball. (That wasn't a joke). Pictures to come (of Joseph, not the deflated tire).