What a Man, What a Man, What a Mighty Big (Little) Man

Jack had his two month check-up this week. (Even though he is, as of today, 10 weeks old, they still call it a two month check-up.) We had not been to the clinic since Jack was a little over two weeks old. That visit was because he had a bad case of thrush that had not responded to the doctor's first treatment, and he had to have his mouth swabbed with gentian violet, turning his gums, tongue, and lips a bright shade of purple. This made him look like a baby vampire for a few days and caused the doctor to joke that Jack was getting ready for the "big game" on Sunday. I had to inform the doctor that Jack is NOT a Vikings fan, but rather, a Packers fan, to which the Clever King responded that, actually, Jack's first loyalty is to the 49ers, then the Packers, and that he might cheer for the Vikings sometimes, if it didn't hurt either one of those teams. I think the doctor was sorry he had made any comment.

While waiting to be seen by the doctor this time, we ran into the Assistant Commissioner of Human Services, Chuck Johnson, and his daughter. Assistant Commissioner Johnson is almost the biggest bigwig at my work. I told Jack that we must be in the big leagues to be at the same clinic as the Assistant Commissioner. He agreed. Assistant Commissioner Johnson was catching up on Winnie the Pooh's adventures while his daughter read another book. Jack and I just stared off into space, illiterate buffoons that we are. I guess there's a reason some people climb the ladder and others, well, scratch their heads and wonder how to get up on the roof.

The nurse called us back and she measured Jack's head circumference, weight, and height at the appointment. Jack's head was 41 centimeters around (71st percentile for kids his age), his weight was 12 lbs 13 oz/5.8kg (also 71st percentile), and his height was 24.75 inches/.629 m (a whopping 95th percentile). No wonder he is already growing out of many of his 0-3 month old clothes! Then, the doctor came in and admired Jack. She said he is developing perfectly and is a beautiful baby. (Of course, we already knew that, but we are biased!) After that, the nurse came back to give him some shots which he did not like one bit. His face turned bright red, crumpled up into the cry look, but no sound came out for several seconds. I thought, okay, maybe he's not going to cry. Immediately, after I thought that, he let out a big wail and looked at me, like, I thought you were supposed to protect me from stuff like that. He recovered quickly (probably more quickly than me) and we went home and took these pictures in his cute dino outfit because, at the rate he is growing, it won't fit for long.

Nope, no babies needing shots here, just a little stegosaurus

These things are extinct, right?

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