Our insurance that comes with Raph's job kicked in in September 1st, which was welcome since we've spent the last month trying to treat that thrush (which is thankfully gone!) without insurance. So I made the first appointment I could and Makili saw his Sanbornton doctor. He got weighed (13 lb 1 oz.) and measured (23.5") and poked by those dreaded first shots. They actually weren't as bad as I had expected. Makili cried of course, but it was short-lived and about the same intensity as when the boob gets taken away from him before he's ready. Then he slept like a log all afternon, like he did when he was first born - heavy and sweet, so vulnerable.
Abram came up to discuss the bed he is building for us and I snapped these cute shots. Doesn't he look bigger?
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