Last week we took Grip to his two month doctor’s appointment. Mom acquitted herself well — she didn’t even cry when he got his shots. The nurse made it quick, just one, two, three, four shots in under ten seconds. The little guy got his “why on earth are you doing this to me?” face and screamed for about thirty seconds, but as soon as I picked him up he calmed down. He is such a trooper. I’m trying not to brag too much about him, but… well, I’m not trying that hard… but that’s a topic for another post.
On to more significant news.
Get this: Dr. McMahon measured The Gripster and told us that he is dead average size… for a _four month old_. He weighs 15 lbs 8 oz and is 25 inches long. As you can see from the picture on the right (click it to see a larger version), both these measurements are literally off the charts. They don’t make any distinctions when you get above the 97th percentile, but Grip’s pretty far above it. I think it’s safe to assume that he’s bigger than 99% of the other two month olds.
Yes, that’s awesome, I know, but it gets better. The other two relevant statistics are head circumference and weight relative to height. Grip is on the upper end of both those charts, but not outside the normal range. Let me break down what that means. His overall size is in the 99th percentile, but his head circumference is in the normal range. This means that, despite his size, he doesn’t have one of those massive, wobbly, mutant-melon heads that so many kids have. Again, his overall size is in the 99th percentile, but his weight (relative to other children his height) is in the normal range. This means his isn’t all fat and chubby. He’s long and lean.
In short, my son is about as perfectly proportioned and beautiful a specimen of boyhood as one can imagine. He’s not old enough to know what “pride” means, but I’ve got it covered for him.