The Needle Incident

Doing his best impression of Lucky

First, a quick note about the Packers.  Ya, ya, they threw away the best season in Green Bay history and were the first 15 win team to blow their first playoff game.  (That has to be a pretty small list doesn't it)?  My folks were at the game.  I also want to note that they were at the pivotal must win Brewer game against St. Louis where they took a shellacking too and were unceremoniously bounced out of the playoffs.  I'm not saying they're bad luck, I'm just saying they didn't invite me.  Let's agree to never discuss it again - the game, not my parents.  We can talk about my parents and there knack for showing up at the wrong end of a blowout whenever you want.

Getting out of his bed for the first time solo!

The boys went to the doctor for a shot extravaganza this week.  Unfortunately I couldn't be there for all the needle stabbing but I heard there was a considerable amount of screaming.  "Now, this is going to feel like a mosquito bite...." Really?!  I mean really?  C'mon lady have you ever been bit by a mosquito before?  It's more like, now son here bite down on this piece of wood and I have this box of suckers for you if you grin and bear it.  Q had to go first because there was fear he would run away if he watched Gavin get his three first.  Ya, three.  And she did them one by one.  The good looking nurse is a little more quality and gives them all at once in one fast stabbing action.  Now, that's worth the $30 co-pay.  You can't sneak that through either.  Even though you bring them in for a two-fer stabbing they still gouge you for a double co-pay.  But I'm only taking up one room and one nurse and let's face facts you're being more efficient.  (He whispers into my ear, "...and more profitable! Have to make those porsche payments!)"

The fellas are tall.  Both exceeded the 95th percentile.  I'm still thinking a quarterback or pitcher is the way to go.  We do live in blue chip country.  Q is 41 inches tall and 41 pounds heavy, like a sack of potatoes.  Carrying that kid around is providing some nice pipes for beach season.  Even at that weight he's only in the 75th percentile.  We are going broke at the grocery store.  Turns out Gavin has a big melon.  He's in the 95th percentile for brain power.  Wahoo!  He weighed in just under 26 pounds and was 32 1/2 inches tall.  You wouldn't know it though, because the kid refuses to walk.  Some day I'm sure he'll decide crawling stinks.  He eats like a maniac, though.

All in all two healthy demanding boys.  We're happy about that.  Both took their total of four shots like champs as long as you ignore the crying.  I have a great bath story for tomorrow.  I've been saving it.