Thanksgiving has come and gone, and Gunnar has had lots of firsts. At his 4 month checkup, he weighed in at 17 lbs 7 oz and 26 1/4" long. He dropped down to the 90th percentile, and Erik's getting nervous that his hopes for Gunnar to hold the World's Strongest Man title may be in jeopardy. I guess I need to eat more spinach. We tried starting him on solids, but Gunnar thought I would look better wearing the rice cereal, so we let that idea rest for a while.
Gunnar is now quite the little roly poly - he rolled over for the 1st time at daycare a couple of weeks ago. Mommy felt a little left out when she saw a sign on his crib that read, "Look at me, I can roll over!" But he then showed us his new trick at home a few days later, so I stopped pouting. Gunnar's become a chatterbox, even getting notes on his report card that he "babbles a lot" at school. Is this a sign of things to come? This morning he was testing out the acoustics in our bathroom and found that he can shriek at a fairly high octave - not a Michael Jackson high pitch, but more like a Little Richard squeal.
For Thanksgiving, Grams and Grandpa came to town and helped us cook. Gunnar had made Indian feathers to wear for the occasion (ok, so he finger painted them - it'll still be a few more weeks before he masters the scissors). And then we went to Blacksburg to meet the Davis cousins and Uncle Scooter and to cheer on the Hoos. We had a great time, but next year we'll have to cheer a little louder for those Hoos!
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