Feelin' groovy

 

Slow down, you move too fast,
You got to make the morning last.

And also, Mama is so excited, she can't get you in focus fast enough!

He's finally WALKING!!!

 

The level of excitement and sense of accomplishment are so high, I'm actually convinced I've never had a kid or witnessed his first steps before. Elliott and Patrick WHO? Right??! Maybe it's just that I've never before lugged a medicine ball around, waiting for it to sprout legs and move on its own.

 

At any rate, we are feelin' very groovy indeed!

Itty bitty baby

James is worried.

 

He's heard about the prevailing parental "wisdom" that says it's unhealthy to compare kids.

 

Here's the thing: He just wants to save you the trouble.

 

Spoiler alert! My baby's bigger than your baby!  :P

 

We went to the pediatrician today, and well, you know how this is gonna go. James is a handful of days into his 15th month and he weighs nearly 30 pounds. I mean, ho-lee mother of giant babies! (That's me!) Twenty-nine pounds, four ounces. That's nearly two pounds for every month of life. (By that weight rate, I should be a svelte 814 pounds. Back to the kitchen I go!)

 

The silly nurse tried to say he was 32.5 inches long, but as the doc said, "I don't think he's shrinking." (He was 33 inches at the one-year check-up.)

 

If you're tracking his stats at home, he's been off the top of the growth charts since his ninth month. So, basically, I don't know what set of curves you've been marking.

 

Oh, and if you thought I'd have walking news with this post, you're gonna hafta wait a little longer. Coordinating the limbs of a giant in an upright manner is actually an engineering feat we've yet to master.