Whoorlito Update

We just returned from Wito’s 10-week checkup, where he had the immense pleasure of receiving 2 shots in each thigh. Because truly, why just one shot when you can drive another needle into the same painful locale? Brilliant!

Can you tell I’m a new parent? Bitter! Bitter, I tell you. Of course, Wito feels great. He cried for about 30 seconds and went back to blowing raspberries. I, on the other hand, pulled a total Rainman- pacing back and forth while repeating “Mama’s here, mama’s here…” on and on and INFINITELY on.

Pacing aside, our pediatrician confirmed what I already knew. Wito is huge (90th percentile for height and 70th percentile for weight). The nurse walked into the exam room and proclaimed “Now, THAT’S a healthy horse!” Uh-huh. Yeah. Big boy.

However, we can’t really figure out why. I guess D and I are both on the tall side of average, but nothing too crazy, and we both are pretty slight. It must be my impressive milk factory rack (patting my own back- take THAT, mastitis). Who knows where that buddha belly came from, but I love it. I think I might eat it with some fava beans this evening. Tasty.

Beyond the big and the happy, Wito might be under the assumption that he’s a werewolf living with his crazy werewolf mother.

Exhibit A (No, you did not eat crazy mushrooms. It’s the video):