95th Percentile

(Keido during bath time. For some reason, he really liked sucking on his upper lip.)

Charlotte: It seems that every Sunday at church at least three new people comment on the size of our child. "Holy Smokes, how old is he?" "Your baby could squish my baby." "What are you feeding him?" From a mother's eyes, I don't really see the drastic changes in growth, but apparently we have one chubby baby who gets chubbier every Sunday:) I've been curious to see how big he really is, and if everyone else just has little scrawny children. I was really excited to take Keido to his four month check-up yesterday.

As usual, they had me dress him down to just a clean, dry diaper. The last time we went in we went through four diapers before the doctor even came in, and then Keido still pee-peed on him when he checked his "little man." Thank heavens that didn't happen again. So, we put him on the scale and pulled out the measuring tape to find that he is a whopping 18 lbs. 5 oz., 26 inches long, and his head matches his body, I can't remember how big it is. On the little growth chart, this all boils down to meaning that he is in the 95th percentile for head size and weight, and the 70th-90th percentile for height. I now know exactly how much I'm hefting around everyday, and have decided I don't need to exercise anymore. Boyd checks out his daddy muscles in the mirror every night before going to bed and has been excited to watch them grow. My arms are not to shabby these days either.

After the measurements and the million questions that I asked the doctor, it came time for Keido's shots. The nurse popped the first one in and Keido's face was that of hurt, anger, and utter betrayal. He sucked in a breath and didn't let out the scream until the nurse had finished the third one. She said "okay, breathe baby breathe." Then came a blood-curtling scream for about 30 seconds, after which he was just fine. What a champ. I was so proud of our little guy.