Four Month Checkup

Mom took me to the doctor's yesterday. It was cold and rainy outside. Jennifer (the nurse) weighed me on an electric scale. I'm 15 lbs and 4 ozs now, that's 55% percentile of babies my age. My height is really promising: I'm 26-1/4 inches now, 72% on the chart. My head is still small: 16 inches in circumference, ranking 15% among my age group.

Dad was paranoid a bit. I don't know where he got that sick idea that I had to be in 90% range of everything. Doesn't he understand that 70% of Americans are over weight? I love my body shape. I'm a chubby baby in a cute way. I don't want to be a flubby mid-aged man yet. And who said smart people had to have large heads? Dad never gets it. I think I should be more concerned about my height since I'm a boy. Although Napoleon once said: A lot of men are not tall in sight, yet they're great in women's eyes.

I got three needle punches though, same things as I got 2 months ago. I cried when the needles poked through my thighs. But it wasn't really that bad at all. I resumed sucking my thumb immediately after these shots.

Dr. Cavanaugh checked my heart rate, lung and legs. I was a bit shy in front of women doctors. I kept laughing, screaming and tearing the paper under my body to draw her attention so that Dr. C didn't pay attention to my nudity. Well, I was wearing a piece of diaper, but that was everything. She told mom I could start on rice cereals mixed with breast milk once a day because I always had that lusting expression when my parents eat in front of me.

I wasn't in the mood to try any spoon fed food at dinner time though. I was dizzy and drowsy after the immunization shots. I wanted nothing but sleep...