I had to go to the doctor last week for a check-up. My doctor pretty much said I'm the greatest baby he's ever seen. (Okay, he didn't exactly say that, but I could tell that's what he was thinking.) I wanted to be sure he knew I was advanced in stranger anxiety, so I screamed my very loudest when he touched me.
The most exciting part was seeing how big I am. I weighed 18 pounds, 13 ounces and was 26 inches. I was all ready to throw myself a "Way to Grow" party when I heard mom saying things like, eighth percentile for height, short and fat, and circus midget.
Hmph. Apparently she needs a reminder about how much I've grown in the last nine months.
The most exciting part was seeing how big I am. I weighed 18 pounds, 13 ounces and was 26 inches. I was all ready to throw myself a "Way to Grow" party when I heard mom saying things like, eighth percentile for height, short and fat, and circus midget.
Hmph. Apparently she needs a reminder about how much I've grown in the last nine months.
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