Dropping a Weight Class

If you have been keeping track you would realize someone turned nine months old last Friday - stay tuned for pictures of the professional kind - and if you know anything about well baby check-ups, you have been patiently waiting for the update.

Let's just say Little Guy is the picture of health and perfection. OK, the pediatrician may not have said those exact same words but I'm sure she was thinking "this Little Guy is sure one perfect little boy and I really wish I could utter these words out loud to his Mommy and Daddy". Not to worry Doc, I got the mind reading imagination ability down pat.

Vitals at Nine Months:

Height: 30 7/8" (95 - 97 percentile)

Weight: 22 lbs 4 oz (75 - 90 percentile)

Head: 45.5 cm (50 percentile)

(Want to compare this to the six months vitals?)

Up to this point Little Guy's height and weight percentiles almost mirrored each other. I want to assure you, even though Little Guy dropped a fighting weight class, we are feeding him. Man, we are feeding him. Just the other day Big Poppy asked Little Guy if it has started already, he was going to eat us out of the house. Big Poppy had previously been under the impression only teenage boys ate this much.

Now don't be jealous of how much Little Guy has been eating and still dropped a weight class. It's a problem you can have too, if you are willing to follow Little Guy's daily work-out. I cannot keep up such a rigorous schedule. Here is the secret to Little Guy's ability to eat and eat and eat and maintain a health weight.

Piss & Vinegar.

Piss is a four legged fluff ball.

Vinegar is an all fours snuggle bug.

Together, Piss & Vinegar chase each other around the house. Sometimes Vinegar thinks Piss needs his water stirred with love. Other times Piss will turn on one of Vinegar's toys. Either way, it always brings the other one running speed crawling. These two pals are never far apart.

But those are stories for another day.

Little Guy is one tough fellow. After Big Poppy warned Little Guy about the shot he was about to receive, Little Guy made it clear what he would do to the nurse.

 

Don't hurt me and I won't be forced to tear your head off like this.

As it turned out, there were no tears involved. Not even a flinch. Little Guy looked pain in the eye and he came out on top.

I think you tried to trick me with that needle. I didn't feel a thing.