1 Month Old

My, how time flies... Ro-noceros is officially 1 month old and more than just a little bit adorable. He is full of social smiles, coos like a precious dove and has shown an uncanny ability to replicate T-rex's zombie growl. He loves to sleep, be cuddled and to be read to. He joins T-rex and I nightly for her bedtime story and seems very drawn to the cadence of Dr. Seuss.

He is still struggling to gain and I'm still struggling to produce enough for him to eat. He weighed 10 pounds even at his last appointment... A vast improvement, when you factor that he started at 9lb 6oz and then went down to 8lb 1oz. I wish I could take credit for all of it with the mighty powers of Mother's Milk... but we're getting a lot of help from his 2 daily servings of Similac. As long as he's fed, I'm cool. I refuse to let my ego prevent him from being as fat and happy as he is meant to be. 

I cannot fathom how we ever got through the day without his sweet little face. I cannot wait to see what sort of person he will turn out to be and am so grateful that, as of now, he's a pretty chill little man. He has seamlessly integrated into our family. T-rex loves him and has shown a surprising amount of patience for him and I am cherishing every day with him. I could not have asked for a more perfect little person.