With Todd off in Missouri and Pennsylvania, Micah took the opportunity to come down with his first cold. He's been a hacking, snot-ridden ball of misery for about three days. It wasn't a total surprise, since on Monday the infant room at daycare sounded like a tuberculosis ward, but still...this was so not what any of us needed. Especially since I think I've caught it now, dammit.
To be fair, other than his frustration with his inability to eat and breathe at the same, Micah's really been taking them whole plague thing pretty well. He's miserable, but he's still a sweet, smiley baby most of the time. Since I was home with him, I took the opportunity to document his current stage with a few pictures.
Micah is currently four and a half months old; he'll be 20 weeks old tomorrow. Today he weighed 14 pounds, 4 ounces. His birth hair is completely gone on the top of his head - all that's left is a patch on the very back and a ring from ear to ear. New hair is finally coming in, a soft, short fuzz that looks more brown than red. His eyes are still a bright blue and people comment on them all the time. He smiles at everyone.
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