This post isn't about Monkey-Monk turning three. Grady had a doctors appointment today and so Cooper spent the afternoon with the babysitter… and so did Monkey-Monk. So, 3yr old birthday photos of the primate in question will have to happen tomorrow.
Back to little G-funk-a-dilly's appointment… THREE shots. Yep. My sweet little baby had to endure three stabs with a needle the size of a baseball bat. Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating about the size of the needle, but dang… the poor little guy just looked at me like "What the heck, Mom? I thought you were on MY team?" I'm glad to report the little squirt is right on track. 27 inches and 16lbs (that translates to long and skinny to all my non-munchkin havin' readers). I'm so thankful that Otey's genes seem to be prevailing in the "hiney" department. I've made two SKINNY kids… who would have ever dreamed it? People comment all of the time on Grady's size "Man, he's little, huh?". Well, today he was officially labeled as 60% in height, and 25% in weight on that little line graph the doctor uses. You know the one… it gives me scary flashbacks of pre-algebra in the 8th grade. And in the 9th grade. So math wasn't my strong subject. Anyway, the Dr. says that's great because the weight percentages are compared to American babies only and being perfectly average in a country of chubby people isn't necessarily the best thing to be. So for once in my life, I'm glad that my child is below average. Man, that was hard to type. Below average? How about just perfect.
Now prepare yourself for some cuteness…
A level of cuteness that this blog has never experienced…
Cuteness in such abundance that it should be bottled and sold at auction…
Can you stand it? Are you dying of cuteness overload? This was just before we left for his assault with the baseball bat at the Dr's office. I've said it before, and I'll say it again… I COULD EAT HIM WITH A SPOON.
by Kathy
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