Archive for August 22nd, 2008

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growth chart update

August 22, 2008

Your visit to the pediatrician on August 14 gave us these new measurements for you:
height: 41 inches
weight: 21 pounds, 10 ounces
head circumference: not noted, but still gargantuan

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yuppie duds

August 22, 2008

The three of us drove down to Chattanooga to have dinner with Daddy’s friend, Monica, and her family. Her son, Grant, was born four days before you, and it was nice to see you with someone your age. It’s helpful perspective for me too; when I think you are just a brat, I can see that other kids your age refuse to eat, throw fits and food and whine a bit. Healthy. You were whiny in the car ride down; I’m pretty sure it’s because Daddy had a conference call. Then at mile marker 132 traffic stopped, and we were detoured through windy and hilly backroads to avoid the back-up caused by a vehicle fire on I-24. Apparently it takes 10 hours to clear such an accident. TDOT and THP— what a team! Thanks to GPS on our phones, we successfully rerouted ourselves. Who knows where we might have ended up if left to rely solely on their detour signs! The troublesome detour tacked on about an hour to an already short amount of available time to eat and visit. But we had a nice time. You were amazing at dinner and ate well, content to watch the goings-on of the restaurant and nibble on bread and pasta.

In this hand-me-down polo shirt from Jates and madras shorts from Chris, we thought you looked an awful lot like Papou (and just a wee bit preppy too.)

After letting you stretch your legs while we had dessert and coffee, we hopped back in the car for the ride home. You were tired, and you fell asleep immediately with Sleepy Sheepy tucked next to your cheek and your thumb in your mouth. (I am amazed how even a glimpse of Sleepy Sheepy prompts you to pop your thumb in your mouth.) The sleep only lasted 30 minutes. You pooped and wanted to be clean and in your bed, but you didn’t fuss. We didn’t get you down until almost 10:30. You were such a good sport though. I even got to rock you for about 15 minutes—a very rare treat!