Petey Pie at 9 months

Tank, aka Peter, weighs a whopping 20 pounds, 7 ounces! How on earth is that only the 50th percentile? His height (28 inches) is also the 50th percentile, but that seems a little more reasonable. He had a blast at the doctor's office, even when they did the pin prick to get some blood to test his iron. Unfortunately, it took a ridiculous amount of time to stop bleeding and we got it all over the place (including my clothes, his ear, his clothes, the exam table, the mirror above the exam table, the wall, his face, the diaper bag, the Kleenex box, the floor, and some other places I'm sure I'm forgetting). Otherwise, it was a great check-up with no shots. Dr. Hood said Peter looked "perfect". What more could a mother ask?

The handsome baby in the mirror is always a big hit.



Why do they even bother giving us a pad to put the kid on? He only stays there for 1.5 seconds and then the pad is trashed.



QUIT LICKING THE MIRROR!



What? It tastes good!