Filling out the carseat

I know we keep writing this (or at least saying it) but we have an official baby on our hands. No more preemie. Mr. Shum would be so proud. Ben is 9 1/2 pounds now (probably more) and busting out of his "NB" clothes and into 0-3 months. He is full of laughs and "talking." Grandma Chris had so much fun she tried to take him to LA in her suitcase to visit Jules. We wouldn't have it. He is staying here with us. Camp Good Times is in the midst of a major purge and cleaning. It is what I wanted to do before Ben was born, but I was a bit tied up (well down). (Julie: note cargo pants fit now!)