Jacob's 1 month appointment

I took Jacob to the doctor for his one-month checkup on Monday. There was much screaming, but not from shots. He got none of those; apparently Dr. Modi is saving up for his two-month checkup, when he should get a bunch. No, the screaming was from the nudity. "How dare you strip me nekked in front of these total strangers!" Jacob said. "Well, I never!"

The tale of the tape supports my leanings towards opening an eBay store for all the clothes he's worn, like, once. Jacob weighed in at 11 lbs, 4 oz. That's over 2 1/2 pounds he's gained in the three weeks since he was weighed last, and it puts him in the 80th percentile for weight. And then comes the length. On Monday, my ape-child was 23 1/2 inches long, two full inches up from his birth length, which puts him above the 95th percentile. People often misspell our last name, so I have taken to telling them "You know, like our distant relation, Shaquille." Given what our genes have produced this time around, perhaps that's not so far off the mark. And lastly, despite his gigantic body, Jacob apparently has a little pea-head (not that you would know it from his huge puffy chipmunk cheeks) that measured in the 20th percentile.

Dada thinks his godzilla-baby stature will serve him well in life, suggesting that it may help to level the playing field in the future should his older brother of average weight and height ever try whomping up on him.