Ginormous

Jack passed his one-month appointment with flying colors. Yeah, yeah -- we know he's not a month old yet, but with the travel schedule and his need for a weight check, we moved it up a little. It's not like I am writing a memoir here, so we can fudge a little on the timing. So let's call it a month, shall we? Sort of like James Frey called it "three months in prison."

Riiiight.

Jack gained a whopping 8 ounces from 10 days ago, now weighing in at a respectable 7 lbs 2 oz. Born at 6 lbs 11 oz, he dropped to 6 lbs 3 oz at his lowest and they were a wee bit concerned he had not gained his birth weight back by his two-week appointment.

So he is in the 5th percentile for weight. This child, he is skinny. But he eats what seems like ALL the time. Today, he decided eating every 90 minutes sounded about right. So instead of his usual every-three-hour routine, I felt like the boobs were on display all day long.

"Oh wait, there's a boob? Well I will have me some of that. No, really, I am full from my last snack, but what's another?"

He also is up to 21 3/4 inches long, so he's grown 1 1/2 inches since birth. That makes him the shit in height, where he ranks in the 75th percentile.

He's tall and skinny. I am worried he will have the Scottie Pippen legs. We must encourage him to work out and do calf presses. Because nothing is nastier than a man in high tops and low socks with his nasty skinny calves sprouting up from his ankles.

Jack also got a vaccination (Hepatitis B) for the first time. We declined the Hepatitis A vaccine at birth, but our pediatrician had him get this one today. Because clearly, Jack is coming into contact with other people's blood and having unsafe sex.

Why they need to vaccinate infants for this is beyond me.

So since we felt comfortable with him not infecting anyone he came into contact with, the three of us went to lunch after the appointment. It was his first outing and it was delightful. Jack behaved beautifully, making not a peep. We ate our lunches in peace while he napped in his carseat.

I will look back on this meal someday and wistfully think about the way it was, won't I?