No More Pencils, No More Books...

Today Collin attended a goodbye pizza party for me and an end-of-school picnic for his dad. The irony is that I still have a show to tech and Mike still has finals next week. Thank goodness Grammy arrived to hang out with Collin while we're still so busy!

My Guys

The Four-Month Check-UP

The Vitals:
Height: 97% (28 inches)
Weight: 97% (19lbs, 1oz)
Head: 90% (17.5 inches)
Nipples: 150% (possible third-nipple presenting)

So Collin has had this little indentation on his chest/torso since birth (or, more specifically, Emily and I cannot remember Collin not having this little indentation, so we presume it dates back to birth). So we asked the doctor about it this afternoon, and in her medical opinion the dimple represents where a third nipple may have at one time attempted to develop. I can assure you, "third nipple" is just about the last diagnosis you ever expect to hear from your physician, so we're not quite sure how we feel about it. On the bright side, I think I know which side Collin will choose when it's "shirts versus skins" on the basketball court!

Poop Benedict, the Pontiff of Poopy Diapers

Ladies Who Lunch (and Mike and Collin)

We had our friends Barrie, Carolyn, and Judy over for lunch on Sunday before Barrie hopped a bus back to NYC. Carolyn and Barrie are very talented actresses. Collin was "acting" serious for them. We had Mike's homemade manicotti along with spanikopita (of course). It's nice to have grown-ups visit!
To prove that our child CAN actually smile see this picture taken later.

Off to Pay the IRS!

Happy Birthday Grampy!

Thanks for my Christmas outfit, snowman, and our absorbing conversations!