So you all know I celebrated my 02 birthday a month ago. What you didn't know is all the strife I went through that day. Two words: Picture Day. Blech.Never fear, Mommy to the rescue. She brought this and I laughed hysterically exactly two times. Enough for a couple of quick shots.
By the way, I saw the doctor for my 02 year visit. I only had one shot (thank God) and I had all my vital statistics recorded. I know you all have been waiting with baited breath for this--drum roll please:
Weight: 28 pounds 7 ounces--70th percentile
Height: 37 1/2 inches--97th percentile! Mommy and Daddy did some quick math and figure I will be around six foot three or four when I'm all grown up. Daddy's still hoping for six foot eight. I don't know if that will happen.
I'm still not talking a whole lot and the doctor said the conservative route is to have me see a Speech Therapist for an evaluation. I understand most everything Mommy and Daddy say and I like pointing to what I want. I just don't have the need to talk: Mommy and Daddy get me what I want! They are such wonderful parents...or maybe I'm just sneaky and know how to get what I want. I'll let you decide. . .
















