At 11 inches - the length of a spaghetti squash -- and almost 1 pound, your baby is starting to look like a miniature newborn. His lips, eyelids, and eyebrows are becoming more distinct, and he's even developing tiny tooth buds beneath his gums. His eyes have formed, but his irises (the colored part of the eye) still lack pigment.
i'm minorly freaking out because my OCD self would prefer to have everything done by now.
eli could have been born at 24 weeks and we would have been ready and waiting.
this includes the room decorated, clothes washed and neatly folded in the drawers.
at this point i would settle for room painted?
some clean onesies?
if i recall, i made mike put together eli's crib on the 20 week mark just because i was 20 weeks.
and he may or may not have had the stomach flu and i made him do it anyway.
deep breaths.
there is no time for my OCD with 2 kids.
speaking of OCD, the high chair is back.
this would be because of mike's OCD.
too much clean up without a high chair and when i came home from work last night the high chair was back up from the basement.
little boy seems much more "at home" in his high chair.
and i guess he can just hold on to one more baby thing for just a little bit longer.
here he is enjoying his cheerio milk...
today eli told me his eyes were blue, my eyes were pink, and he calls the mailbox the "mailman box".
and this is how he watches TV.
takes after his uncle Matthew.
Eli might just earn the title " space cadet jr."
and now i am off to get some sleep... we are passing a nasty cold virus around this house.
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