First, he played in their playhouse until that terrible door opened and the nurse called his name. To which he promptly began crying. does it every time. we remedied the tears with a quick puppy sticker. whew.
Next, he undressed and clung like a monkey to his mommy (we've been trying to get him to hold on for two years. he still just chills there when you hold him like a sack of potatoes) and he bottomed out the baby scale. So they stuck him on the big kid scale (hard to do with a clingy monkey). came in just under 31 lbs. (that's a heavy clingy monkey if you're keeping track at home.)
Then we went to the terrible, awful, no-good stretch out on a cold table to get your height torture devise. more tears. we concluded that he'll be about 5 ft 9" when he's all grown up (if he sticks to the "formula" for height at two x 2 = adult height). shorty. and then they measured his noggin. he's gonna have some big brains that kid. rockin' the charts at 90 percent. "like an orange on a teuthpeck."
After the promise of more stickers (little does he know one's the result of a shot) he braved the rest of the appointment and even said, "see ya later" to both the dr. and the nurse who stuck him. That's success in my book.
so here are the real numbers:
height: 34.5" / 54%
weight: 30.5 lbs / 79%
head: 50.5 cm / 90%
and the wee-wee-one is supposed to be the size of a turnip (or 5 inches long and 5 ounces for those who decided turnips are yucky and therefore don't get the comparison). Its moving more and more and I even got a cute little jab the other day. I can call it cute now. Later, we'll have some words about the jabs.
aaand since this is a whole buncha words I'll throw in some cute Des and kitty pictures.

"nose"

"ears"

"mater"

"come back!"












