Before I go any further, let’s make good on that promise I made in my last entry:
Auggie was 33 pounds, 37 inches tall at 3 years and 1 month of age.
Elliott was 14 pounds, 3 ounces (!) and 24 and 1/4 inches long at 9 weeks. (For those of you keeping score at home, that 96th and 90th percentile, respectively.)
Holy cannoli. I knew this guy was big, but wow! And it still didn’t sink in just how big he was until I was talking to another mom this week. Her daughter was 8 pounds, 7 ounces at birth, and at 14 weeks, is 12 and a half pounds.
So the pediatrician was impressed with both of our boys. I was impressed with the pediatrician. This was Auggie’s first official visit with him, and the doctor was amazing. As soon as he turned his attention to Auggie, he was instantly transformed from professional doctor man into childlike non threatening-guy. Auggie wasn’t intimidated by him in the least, let him look in all the necessary orifices and piped right up with answers for all of his questions.
Anyway, the last day has been a bit hairy. Last night after supper, I suggested that Tim mow the front yard, as I imagined the neighbors looking askance at our untidy lawn. Tim, being the trooper that he is, agreed and set out. In his enthusiasm, he finished the front yard and headed to the back, even though dusk was upon him. Somehow, while mowing around the bushes, a branch bypassed his glasses and scratched his eye. I’m totally grossing out as I’m writing this. Something about eyeballs just turns my stomach. So let’s just get this over with and say that he scratched his cornea, he was tortured all night long with unbearable irritation and refused my offers to take him to the hospital. I took him to the ophthalmologist this morning who provided instant relief in the form of numbing eyedrops, a contact bandage thingie and reassurance that his eye would be much better by tomorrow.
Yuck. I’m glad that’s over with.
Tim reminded me of something tonight that I want to document here before I forget and Auggie stops doing it: Most of the time when Auggie has a tantrum or meltdown now, he’ll cry and wail for a few minutes and whenever he decides he’s had enough or we adequately placate him, he’ll turn off the crying in an instant and say, ‘Mommy, I not crying!’ while wiping the tears matter-of-factly from his cheeks. Very cute.