The Frankie Chronicles Continue...

Frankie has a stomach virus. What this means, for those of you not familiar, is that he poops all the time…morning, noon and night. How we long for the days of the single, large poo. So stable, so predictable, so much less disgusting then these new, frightening, multi-colored disasters.

Grandma and Grandpa were in town for almost a week and just left yesterday. They valiantly changed LOTS of poopy diapers and did not complain. Frankie has been in good spirits, more or less, throughout the ordeal.

At the doctor yesterday, a weigh in revealed Frankie is 19 ¾ pounds which is…exactly average for his age. We often talk about how big and fat he is and he’s right in the middle. Of course, that’s for a normal kid, not a preemie. So I guess he is ahead in some ways. Three more pounds and he’s out of his “infant” car seat and into one built for a toddler.

Other than that, we are still in heavy teething mode, with possible new growth upcoming in the upper left region.

Our plans for April include two trips to Houston – one for Easter/Rockets game and one for Grandma’s last Company Picnic (she retires this year).