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Owen’s regular pediatrician check-ups make me giddy. Oh, the anticipation! How much has he grown? Will the doctor say that O’s eyes look like they will magically turn blue? Will he tell me that Owen’s recent experimentation with thumb-sucking is actually a stellar developmental achievement versus an undesirable emotional dependency?

(Let me note here that Kyle and I don’t take the good health of our child for granted. I know that, for some parents, a visit to the doctor isn’t fun at all. Since becoming a mother, I think that my sensitivities have heightened and my gratitude has increased … immensely.)

But I really do have to rejoice and give thanks where it’s due. God has blessed with us a good-natured, laidback baby boy – probably because he knew that if he didn’t, it’s unlikely we’d ever try to have a second one. :) We’re that type of selfish parent.

Anyway, this post isn’t going to say much except that we have on our hands a big, chunky boy with a little, pea-size head. (However, if you know his father at all, you’d know that Owen’s head could afford to be on the smaller side of things, in the figurative sense.)

• 16 pounds, 9.4 ounces heavy (83rd percentile)
• 25.75 inches long (80th percentile)
• With a head circumference of 16.25 inches (25th percentile)

This kid should have been holding up his head with supreme steadiness weeks ago. I guess his potbelly keeps weighing him down.

The doc said that Owen is doing great. But it is fortunate that our parenting skills don’t undergo a regular checkup. Not only did we forget to get his shot record updated today, but last week we “misplaced” his Social Security card. …

There, that admission is transparency at its finest. Just like our parenting.