We were at the pediatrician last week and the doc comes in, watches Emmett running around, bouncing off of the furniture, and asks, “So, how’s he doing with Riley.” Mom and Dad tell him how Emmett is generally a good big brother but sometimes, very mischievously, looks at Mom or Dad, smiles, and then smacks me. Doc looks at the charts he has in his hands-Emmett’s chart and my chart-looks at Emmett, looks at me, and says, “Well, Emmett. I think you ought to be nice to your little brother. It looks like he’s going to be bigger than you.”
A little ball of happiness exploded in my tummy. Bigger than Emmett? Well, that’s huge! That’s like someone telling you that you just won the lottery. Or maybe an inexhaustible supply of formula. Or something. Anyway, turns out, I’m going to be big one day. Who knew?
Doc was very excited himself about my growth this past two months. I believe his own words were, “I rarely see growth like this and I can tell you that Riley will never duplicate it again in his lifetime.” Know why he said this? Guess. I bet you can’t guess.
I grew 4 inches! Four! In two months! I also put on 5 pounds! I went from the 10th percentile for my height to the 70th percentile. (Doc said he had to recheck the stats from my last visit to make sure of this because he so very rarely sees a 60 percentile jump in one visit.)
Although my head size also jumped on the chart (from 70th to 95th), doc says that I am holding it up very well and that my development is normal. He said that the 5 pounds I put on was almost all muscle mass. (Can anyone say Beefcake?) I can start planning for football, now. Before, it was kind of up in the air. With my huge head and small body and all. But now, it looks like a go.
I’m going to be big!
Check back soon…
Sincerely,
The Huge Riley
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