In a completely unscientific procedure, using an old, beat up regular bathroom scale and a cloth tape, we estimate Max to be right around 8 lbs. and 20 inches long. No surprise, he should be with the way he's been sucking down his milk lately. My wife's down to around... (uh uh. I'm not that stupid.)
The little guy is making a valiant effort holding his head up, looking around the room or at whoever might be feeding him, before his little neck muscles give out and the old mellon flops down to the nearest shoulder.
Also, just as we thought we might have a quiet baby on our hands, Max has begun to LET US KNOW, every three hours, that it's time to eat. The boy has some lungs.
I'm not sure about the rest of his genes, but he definitely has some Bloxom in him to blame for his insatiable hunger and very short temper.
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