I meant to post this awhile back. I wrote this during a doctor's appointment for Kate after we'd been home for three days. They checked her weight and gave her the 6 month shots they didn't the last time we went in because of the weight issue. Her weight, according to the numbers the doctor gave us, was up a pound and a quarter from what it was when we left the hosiptal. I find that incredible. The LORD does answer prayers. By the way, she is now taking formula from a bottle by herself (allowing Amy to simply sit there and hold her as she feeds, instead of having to be more proactive). She still takes about 45 minutes to finish her feeding, but at least she's progressing. And her little body is starting to take on body fat again. Praise the LORD. Here's the post I meant to do on November 21st (last Wednesday):
Aidan's first injustice was done to him today by one of his peers (that I've at least been witness to). When we were at the pediatrician's office today, a girl wouldn't let Aidan play on the same waiting room apparatus as her. She told him "no" and "go away" as she waved her arms at him. He handled it with poise, but he was not totally sure what to do about her. He stood at a distance, tried to give her space as he moved, and was faced with opposition when he tried to play near her. The girl's father would say things to her like "you can't dominate all of the toys" and "be nice" and "don't tell him no," but was sadly inept at controling his offspring. It was quite the lesson for me to watch, since I decided that I shouldn't interject on his behalf. Aidan did enjoy spinning the "picture body arrangements" and sitting in "Aidan-sized" chairs (which he needed help to sit in and get out of; still a bit too tall for his little legs, or, at least, his dexterity).