Mohs continues to fatten up nicely, looking more and more like a real boy, and less like a garden gnome, every day. I was momentarily sad when I realized that he had outgrown his newborn clothes ... then I remembered that they only go up to 8 lbs and he was only 3 ounces short of that at birth. so in actuality, Mohs is rather svelt. he has loooong chicken legs and loooong monkey arms -- he can almost touch his hands above his head already (although I suspect this will change if he develops the same fat head Panzer has).
Mohs has maintained his dark hair so far, and most of it grows on the top back of his head and sticks up all fluffy when he's freshly bathed; I call it his tailfeather.
Aaron and I are debating whether and when Mohs' eyes will turn. they are the standard blue-grey of birth now (and I look forward to them turning brown soon!) and here he is doing what he does... wiggling.
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