I can't believe it's not butter

I must have heavy cream coming out of my breasts, because at his weight check yesterday Grady was up to 8 lbs, 8 oz. My little suckling piglet. He's already getting a double chin. I'm ever so proud that I can fatten him up this way. The funniest part to me is that he doesn't even eat half as often as Evan did--he must just make good use of what he gets.

Grady also had to have his belly button cauterized yesterday. It had been oozy and bloody since the stump fell off last week, so hopefully this will take care of it. While I helped hold G down for the procedure, Evan was being helpful as well--he was behind the doctor, taking apart Grady's medical file. We had a good time at the doctor's office.

Yes, I took both boys out all by myself for the first time yesterday. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought. The sling helped a ton, and we were able to do therapy and the doctor without too much hassle. I can guarantee I won't be taking them shopping anytime soon though. That's just not anything I want to experience. Today we have therapy again, so I'll get even more practice. Pretty soon I won't even want to cry in dread when I think about taking them out.

Yesterday's highlight: Singing "American Music" by the Violent Femmes to my two boys in the back seat while we rode around town. Evan didn't even complain about my voice.