At his vaccination appointment yesterday, James — who will be six months old next Friday — weighed in at 19 pounds, 12 ounces and is 27 inches high. For the percentage-minded, that puts him at the 90 percentile for his age for weight and in the 75 to 90 percent range for height. He wore his first 12 month outfit to the doctor.
Candles from mom, cake by Jenn. Jenn will pay for her little joke: In about five years, I start telling everyone how good she looks for 40.
I tried e-mailing this to Sharon, who’s been tracking this story since the beginning, but the glut of images choked the Star’s e-mail. So, here it is, blogged instead:
Photos of Dora from our Christmas visit to Oakland, where the stray cat who came in from the cold is alive and well and a big fan of my dad. As Jenn said, “All’s well that ends well!”
My niece Kate was smitten with James, and wanted to include him in much of her play while we were all together. Late Christmas night, she insisted on being picked up by my brother Joel before bedtime, and then on him picking up “Cousin James,” too. Standing in front of the mirror over my parents’ couch, he asked her who she saw.
“Cousin James.”
“And who’s the other one?”
“Cousin Me!”
She wasn’t sure what the new vocabulary word meant, but she was eager to use it as much as possible anyway. Not bad for all of 2 years old.
Here are the images from our aforementioned 2007 Christmas card, for those of you who didn’t get one. (We either didn’t have your mailing address, or you’re highly Scroogey.)
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