Griffin had his 12-month check-up today, which really was his 12 and 1/2 month check-up, but whatever, it's only two weeks, right?
Each visit we like to take bets on how much he weighs because he's, like, really heavy when you pick him up. I don't know. Maybe the kid likes to throw dead weight, but he's heavy. Besides, people are constantly telling me how big he is {once at Walgreens, a woman called him "thick" and "juicy" - maybe she was just hungry}. Anyway, we take bets. Patrick usually guesses too high and I'm usually closer, but still a bit high. I guessed 22 lbs 8 oz and was off by a whole pound! He's only 21 lbs 8 oz. But...he's 30 and 1/4 inches long. A long, tall Texan...er, Iowan.
So he has officially tripled his birth weight (give or take a few ounces) and he grew over 9 inches in one year. I swear we haven't given him any steroids, but now that I think about it, he was wearing a Red Sox jersey the other day. Hmm.
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I would totally eat this baby. Yum. (I mean this in a very benign, baby-loving way, btw.)
I concur, he's completely delicious.
He is delicious, isn't he? One morning, I hugged him and he smelled like maple syrup. I don't know why...and I didn't really care.
The desire to consume babies on this site is starting to freak me out a little.
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