Time is flying! Colt is 3 weeks old today and growing like crazy. He gained back up to his birth weight (and then some!) before he was a week old — and, though we haven’t been back to the doctor for an official weigh-in, I swear he’s gotta be 8 pounds by now. When we were at Keith and Don’s last weekend for the 4th, we weighed the little guy on their bathroom scale — 8 pounds — but with his clothes on and everything, I don’t know how accurate that is.
He’s eating well and sleeping well, and Jeff is trying to keep me from getting cabin fever by taking the two of us out – in some fashion – nearly every day. Colt’s made appearances at Wal-Mart, Jason’s Deli, Sam’s Club, Chick-fil-A, the Post Office, Target, and today we had lunch at Buffalo Wild Wings. He is SO good for the most part and mostly sleeps while we’re out.
Colt’s already pretty good about keeping his days and nights straight — and we spend our days playing on the floor, reading, and dancing to music on GAC tv. I can already tell that he inherited his parents’ love of Country music and it soothes him like little else.
I think he’s really close to smiling, and his muscles are getting very strong — he’ll be holding up his head and rolling over in no time!