Spencer is growing. Not a real shocker, but both Jim and I were taken aback just a bit when Spencer weighed in at 13 pounds 1.5 ounces at his two month appointment with the pediatrician this morning. That puts him in about the 65th percentile for weight, and he was a little below 50th percentile for length. (At his two week check up he was in the 30th percentile for weight, and 50th for length.) Clearly he's catching up, as is to be expected with babies born before 40 weeks. He received his first round of vaccinations today: five shots in total. Ouch. But Spencer was a champ. Of course he wailed loudly, but the nurse worked quickly and he quieted down almost as soon as she was done. It was no picnic to have to hold him down while he was getting stuck, but this experience was far less awful than the horrible newborn blood screen conducted at two weeks. At today's visit, the doctor was very pleased with everything he observed. He did suggest seeing a specialist to confirm the earlier diagnosis of laryngomalacia. He's 99% certain that is the source of his adorable squeakiness (a.k.a. stridor,) and no treatment is required as babies outgrow this condition within their first year or so. His mild case does not cause labored breathing and is clearly not interfering with his ability to eat and gain weight! An ENT will be able to close the door on the remaining 1% and use a scope to make sure his internal structures are fine. We'll probably be making that trip down to the medical center sometime later in the month.