I went to the doctor for my 2 month visit on Monday. I like my Doctor, she calls me "Gordito" and tells me I'm sweet and handsome. On this visit however, I received some startling information - the "percentiles!" Aparently there is some voodoo chart that compares me to all the other babies in terms of height, weight, and head size. It turns out I am in the 70th percentile for my height (I am tall), the 70th percentile for my weight (I am Gordito), and I am in the 20th percentile for my head (I have inherited my father's tiny dome). Then they stuck me with a needle. The End.
I went to the doctor for my 2 month visit on Monday. I like my Doctor, she calls me "Gordito" and tells me I'm sweet and handsome. On this visit however, I received some startling information - the "percentiles!" Aparently there is some voodoo chart that compares me to all the other babies in terms of height, weight, and head size. It turns out I am in the 70th percentile for my height (I am tall), the 70th percentile for my weight (I am Gordito), and I am in the 20th percentile for my head (I have inherited my father's tiny dome). Then they stuck me with a needle. The End.
baby bird, baby head.
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