When You're Smiling

It would seem as though I prefer videos to just posting a plethora of pictures. (I know, people overuse "plethora" to the point where it has become cliche, but I'm still using it for the sake of alliteration.) At least for now I prefer videos. I may change my opinion later, or tomorrow, or whenever. You people should know by now that you get no guarantees from this guy.

So yeah, just one more piece of evidence that my daughter is the ne plus ultra of baby beauty.

Fat Bottomed Girl

We just had Matilda's four-month checkup on Friday, December 12. One would never think that such a chunk of a baby could have come from my petite little wife, but it is true--we have a heifer child. We are practicing telling her that it is okay to be portly, since obesity is undeniably her density. (<--Intentional spelling error for comedic effect. Geez, do I really have to spoon-feed you people everything?)

After the doctor used a pulley device and two nurses to haul her lardness onto the scale, she broke it. They eventually had to bring out two scales and weigh her half at a time. When all was said and done, she weighed 11.02 pounds (5th percentile) and was 23 inches long (1oth percentile). Her 5-day younger cousin, Andrew, is going to have some catching up to do if he does not want to forever live in the literal shadow of our tubby Tilly. I heard that last week his parents had him weighed, and he weighs under 17 pounds. I guess some kids are just small.

Enjoy the video.