Monday, November 13, 2006
The J-man's 6 month check up shows he's in the 90th percentile for both height and weight (20 pounds, 9 ounces). As for me, I'd sure like to see those kids who make up that other 10%... I just had to go through his clothes and get rid of anything that was 12 months or smaller. 18 months - that's 3 times his age! At this rate, he'll be in a men's small by kindergarten and drinking beer when he's 7 (I'm kidding - I hope!).
He survived the shots - just a few seconds of screaming like hell, then he was back to his usual happy self, and we headed to have lunch with Grandma. Daddy, of course, couldn't witness the shots. He says it's the needle thing, I think it's his way of making sure J.J. still only associates his daddy with fun stuff. Like this morning, when Joe was singing "Hot Child in the City" and dancing while our little guy laughed and danced along from the stroller. The things I miss every morning while I go to work and they have their fun...
As of yesterday, November 12th, J.J. has to share his grandma - and aunt Jeanne... Cousin John Christian was born 5 weeks early and just a couple ounces smaller than J.J. was. It was something else to stand outside the nursery window at the hospital and look at how much has happened and how much J.J. has changed and grown in 6 months. The baby's in NICU as a precaution, and could possibly go home late tomorrow, pending test results. Cross your fingers, say a prayer, rub your lucky rabbit's foot or do whatever you do, because his mama is being discharged tomorrow and I can't imagine having to go home without the little one.