Ten weeks ago Jack was born a big healthy baby (8 lbs. 6 oz. and 20.5 inches); and now, ten weeks later, he continues to grow as a big healthy baby. I don’t mean “big” as in the sumo wrestler sense, but knowing that our friend Paula Zehnder’s 5 month old son weighs 13.5 pounds, it puts things into perspective since Jack is half that age. I still envision Jack being slightly small for his size as he gets older, since it appears that’s what’s in his genes (the tallest males on both sides of our family are around 5′ 11″, for the most part). But I wonder in the back of my mind if Jack is a baby version of Will Ferrell.
I just realized today that I haven’t been referring to him as “Baby Jack” as much these days. As he grows in size, he also obviously grows in maturity. He knows when someone is smiling at him, because he smiles back. And though his voice sounds like a cat, Jack has begun exploring his vocal range- especially at 9 AM and 9 PM everyday. He spoke his first sentence last week: “I want a robot.” I like to believe he actually meant to say that and that he knew what it meant.
Jack’s eyes are still blue. My wife looked it up online, and because of her dad having blue eyes, there’s a 12% chance of Jack having blue eyes. We won’t know for sure until he is around six months old. Until then, I’ll assume he’s a brown eyed boy.