Since I haven’t managed to get Part 2 of Henry’s story up yet, I present to you an intermission of sorts.
Henry just had his 12-month well-baby appointment today, and much to my surprise, only hit the 10th percentile for weight. So in other words, 90% of babies his age have thigh rolls BIGGER THAN THESE.
Gives you pause, doesn’t it.
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In other news, Will reported at breakfast this morning that he would be moving to a new house tomorrow. In a land far away.
Me: Will the new house have a sandbox and a swing set like ours?
Me: I suppose the kitchen has beautiful wood floors and granite countertops? And a cook?
Me: Well, I’d say you’re trading up, pal, I hope I get to come visit you.