Long live the Chubby Chronicles! My brother Ty had his two-month appointment at the doctor’s office and he has ballooned up to 14.5 lbs, putting him in the 94th percentile (still way below my pace). He got off to a rough start only weighing about 10lbs after his first month but bounced back nicely in the 2nd month living up to the high expectations of the Chubby Chronicles. His head size and height are way down in the 50th-60th percentile so right now he is tracking toward a body make-up of portly…which is better known as short and fat.
I forgot to mention that we had some snow a couple of weeks back so I took advantage of things and went out to make a snowman. It turns out, however, that one cannot make a snowman with 1/16th of an inch of snow. Actually, all I was able to do was make a couple of snowballs and chase Daddy around the yard. When I missed I quickly retrieved my errant throw because down here in the south we must re-use our snowballs.
Daddy’s annual bout of depression following the end of the Cowboys season began on Sunday. No further words are needed.
I forgot to mention that we had some snow a couple of weeks back so I took advantage of things and went out to make a snowman. It turns out, however, that one cannot make a snowman with 1/16th of an inch of snow. Actually, all I was able to do was make a couple of snowballs and chase Daddy around the yard. When I missed I quickly retrieved my errant throw because down here in the south we must re-use our snowballs.
Daddy’s annual bout of depression following the end of the Cowboys season began on Sunday. No further words are needed.
