The good news is Jack had grown three inches in the last year- and gained 3 lbs.
The bad news is he's only 39 inches tall and 33 lbs.
Lord son- will you grow please?
His five year check up went fine. He's following along in the 3rd percentile - at least this year he's on the damn charts. Everything else went fine. Three shots. Jack was not a happy camper. But- mommy to the rescue- we went for ice cream and to play in the fountain and he magically forgot all about those shots.
Ri is still stuck on the f-word. If you remember I wrote about it the other day. It's quite amusing - I mean annoying - to hear my daughter say the f-word. We've been trying to get her to say 'figgle' instead. It works sometimes.
The kids are plowing away in the sandbox right now. I am sitting on our new deck (the best decision Todd had made in quite some time) and enjoying the beautiful day.
Until next time....
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