The Whites: My Bald Babies

Girly locks in pigtails are cute, as are little boys with their gelled does. But bald babies are IRRESISTIBLE! Nothing beats rubbing my lips across their peach fuzz heads and kissing that perfectly shaped dome. Henry is never without a glittery noggin thanks to his mama's incessant kissing (and wearing of glittery lip gloss.)

We brought our guy home Saturday after he was born after just one day of extra observation. He came home with just a few battle scars, the heel pricks being the most noticeable. Nothing like what his sister went through, thank goodness, but still sad to see on such little feet.

He is a healthy robust little chunk. At his two week check up he tipped the scales at 10 lbs 1 oz. Almost 2 pounds in one week. His doctor gave me a gold star (literally). It took little Ellie over 4 months to pass 10 pounds. For having the same parents, these kids sure are different. Needless to say I have enjoyed his squishy cheeks and rolly poly thighs.
He is such a pleasant and calm little boy. He is starting to give out smiles and coos, it melts my heart. The other day Brian came home and scooped him out of the swing saying: "how's my little . . . " interrupted by a good laugh. I peeked around the corner to see the biggest smile Henry's round cheeks would allow.

Ellie has been such a champ -- considering that we just turned her little two-year old world upside down. The first couple of week were tricky for all of us, but through it all she has been so sweet to her little bubba and patient with her mom. She reminds me daily about tummy-time by pulling out Henry's play mat and plopping down on her stomach. "Tummy-time mom!"
At her 2-year check-up she surprised us all by finally making it squarely on the growth charts into the 16th percentile for weight (24 lbs). 70th percentile for height and something like 80 or 90th for head . . . when your dad has a big head and your mom has a big head, your gonna have a big head.