That's my boy!

So we trekked to the doctor this morning for our 6-month check-up (baby and me). All is progressing as it should, thank heavens.

My favorite part of the exam---that would be the part where we DON’T have to step on the scale---is when the doctor produces the little Doppler unit, which she uses to listen to the baby’s heart. It’s basically a little miniature ultrasound machine with a wand that she applies to the belly to locate the heartbeat.

So, out came the little machine, and a squirt of ultrasound jelly later, away we went. Except the little dude didn’t want to give it up today. “Well, aren’t YOU being a little booger!” she exclaimed, after several fruitless attempts.

After probing for a while longer, she finally managed to pinpoint the heartbeat so we could have a listen. At which point, the baby reared back and delivered a swift (and accurate) kick to the ultrasound wand. “WELL. Isn’t THAT a fine how-do-you-do!” hollered the doctor.

She pronounced him to be just fine, and put the machine away.

That’s my boy! Uncooperative, as usual....

Anyway, it made me laugh.

In other news, we put the high chair together last night to give it a test run, and deposited the beagle in it to make sure it would hold him okay. He was none too pleased. Fortunately nobody came away scratched or bleeding from the encounter. I did manage to get a picture of it, though, which I would post here if I could figure out how to do such a thing.

And, that’s about it for today! Tune in next time for exciting new developments. Like how we have absolutely no idea what to name this kid, and the fabulous suggestions we have been getting from friends and family, including my favorite, contributed by my uncle, who apparently dug ditches once upon a time in Arkansas with an unfortunate fellow by the name of “Weefus.”

Thanks to everyone for their 'helpful' contributions.