I think Julian is adorable. He looks like a perfect, healthy baby to me-- he's not too fat or too skinny, and he smiles a lot and coos. BUT: his head is really small. It's like under the 5th percentile, no kidding. The rest of him is around the 50th. They say that big heads in the first year are associated with intelligence. I suppose he's got 10 months to make up the difference, but it doesn't seem like it's moving too fast. At least Shannon can take Asher to speech therapy, if for nothing else than to allay her fears. Ain't nothing they can do about a small head.
Lara, on the other hand, was enormous from about 6 weeks on. All I did was worry about her being overweight her whole life, and frankly I still am concerned because she doesn't eat the healthiest diet, she wants sweets way to often, she will get into and eat butter all by itself, and we live a rather sedentary lifestyle (my fault, certainly). Kids who are overweight when they are 3 are much more likely to be overweight later in life. So I have a genuine concern about her, because she needs to eat healthy foods and get exercise if she wants to be healthy.
I guess my point is that the medical world comes up with new and innovative ways to rate our children on a scale of 1 to 100. The result is usually needless worry. The fact is that, because I am concerned about her caloric intake, Lara will probably fare well; and Julian will most likely be fine regardless of whether or not his head makes it into the 80th percentile. Asher will be able to speak inteligibly one day (very few adults can't), and Orion will grow to be a Harvard grad even though his big brother tried to bash him on the head with garden shears ;). I understand Shannon's concern, and mom probably had similar worries when we were all little. So everyone, including myself, just CHILL OUT.
Especially Anna. And tell that boyfriend that if he wants to be the next Mr. Farley, he'd better start wearing Men's jeans. That kind of fluff doesn't go over well up in the northeast. (JK)
On a different thread, this Medical Transcription course I am taking is turning out to be very informative. I had no idea I had such bad grammar. Apparently there are all sorts of rules governing the use of commas that I had never heard of. I still don't understand them all.
To end on an upbeat note, Julian sometimes will be sitting in his swing or carseat on the verge of falling asleep and will let a BIG one rip, and then will JUMP out of his skin like someone intentionally scared the poopy out of him. It's hilarious.