Eliza and I had a grand time today. Eliza got three of these:
Each one was like a nail in the proverbial coffin of her relationship with her pediatrician.
Then we got to put Eliza on one of these:
Of course Dr. G's scale is not made of shiny brass. But brass or no brass the damn thing did not move past 29 pounds. Eliza is now officially in the 50th percentile for a two year old. She is four. Actually she is now 50 months old, but who except for me is counting?
Note to gentle readers: If you have a 4 year old who is say, 35 pounds and eats "only" 3 chicken nuggets a day, or a 3 year old who is also only 29 pounds and only eat 8 jars of purees a day, I forewarn you I will NOT feel your pain, but likely suggest you do some higher math before trying to make me feel better with these comparisons. I know you will mean well, but my empathy gene is on vacation this week. It will be back next week.