Michelle took Joseph's measurements for one last time, and I beamed. He's put on a few pounds since birth. He's grown a few inches. He's an all-around healthy kid. I celebrated the occasion by trucking him to a coffee shop after leaving the clinic. While he snoozed in the car seat, I treated myself to a coffee, a muffin, and 45 minutes of perusing the Globe and Mail.
Not only is Joseph healthy, but I get the sense he's happy. He's content. He's relaxed. He's someone who seems to enjoy his life. He does well hanging out on his own during the day, loving to look at things and suck on his soother. He does well swaddled up at night, sleeping for long periods and dreaming about whatever babies dream about. A mother of two older babies pushed her stroller by us at the coffee shop, took one look at Joseph, and sighed. "Enjoy it while you can."
"I will," I told her. "I mean... I am."
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