Friday, February 13, 2015

Almost There

We have to get the tiny baby back up to his birth weight. I have mentioned this before. To track his progress, we put him on the kitchen scale:

He is really not a fan of this process. Can you blame him? He fits in a bowl, for Pete's sake.

And what am I doing? Ohhh... taking pictures of him crying.

A few moments of thought and I remember an acrylic tray in our pantry. He seems to like this much better:

I like that he is 6 pounds 12 ounces and is within shouting distance of those last two ounces he needs. Grow, Fuzzy, GROW!


Anika said...

Grow, Fuzzy, grow!!!

Family Snodgrass said...

Oh, these pictures are killing me! Too funny!