Finley turned four months on Friday. With that came a trip to the doctor, immunizations and baby's first cereal. I've said it before and I'll say it again. Finley is a chunk. Seriously. He is in the upper percentiles in all categories and weighs 18 pounds 10 ounces. He is literally off the charts for height. My doctor says that we like to grow 'em big in Nebraska. Guess so. My doctor also told me to enjoy this age because soon he will be a bratty toddler. Ok. So. She didn't actually say "Bratty toddler" but she did gesture at my bratty toddlers so... Well. You know. Later that day, Kaden gave a recap of our visit, "And... Hims getting bigger. And him got shot by the doctor and the lady with a Scooby shirt made him cry." (the nurse who gave Finley his shots was wear Scooby scrubs).
We also started cereal. Always a fun adventure.
He wasn't so sure about things at first...
... and that's pretty much all he had to say about that.
He was actually excited to get started on day 2....
...and he didn't spit out every bite this time:)
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