Nathan had his first-year appointment yesterday. He weighs 28 pounds and ferries a head 19.5 inches around. He is 30 inches long and his vertical leap is only as much as our couch cushions allow.
You wanna know how big Nathan is? Well, that onesie he’s wearing isn’t even a onesie. It’s a bodysuit I wore in ’96. When his hair is long enough, I’m going to secure it with a ruffled scrunchy and we’ll start singing long ballads from Wilson Phillips.
He was very happy to hear that we get $75 back for buying an HE washer.
But he was upset when I told him we could only use HE detergent.
And when I told him that *this time* I’m really done with breast-feeding, he said his first phrase: “That’s what you think.”