Now, to be fair, we've had a few warnings. Last week at church one of the ladies commented in a loud whisper to her friends as I passed by with Ryan on my hip, "Now that one," she paused dramatically, "is not missing any meals. That's for certain." (I hope she was talking about Ryan and not me...but that's for another blog post.)
And, when Ryan's sweet (only 2-days-apart) cousin Liesl came for a visit, it appeared that his thighs alone weighed more than her whole body.
But still, today, I sucked in my breath when the nurse handed me Ryan's 6-month stats. Ready? Here goes. Weight: 19 pounds. Height: 28 inches. 95th percentile.
These are the exact measurements of miss Mary at, get this, her 12-month check-up years ago. Yes, that's right. Ryan at 6 months is the size of Mary at 12 months.
It appears that we zoomed through newborn, fast-forwarded over infancy altogether and landed directly in toddlerhood.
Someone pass the Kleenex.
1 comment:
Ryan is soooo cute! Perhaps a major league football player! You write so well, we had a good laugh!!
I love the church story!
xxooj
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