Duke saw the doc yesterday, and outside of not being able to see our regular practitioner and instead getting mr. young-awkward-and-a-bit-inexperienced-doc-who-sort-of-freaked-me-out-with-an-off-hand-comment -about-little-man's-big-tummy,
he's doing great! TEN pounds at four weeks, baby. Sounds big to me, although I guess it's at the 50th percentile for boys. He is also at the 90th percentile for height...so, again, taking after dad! Munchkin, on the other hand, was the pain in the patukis at the doc's office. If I can help it, I'm never taking BOTH of them for his appointments again. Grrrr. She's got a nasty runny nose and so is not quite herself... or, I should say, is herself--amplified by too many degrees. Grrrrrrrrrrrr......
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