Black and white

– 7:08 pm

Another health professional showed up yesterday. You’ve gained a whooping 20g. Not taking giant weight leaps is normal she said. Besides, given how big you came out (and continued growing), a plateau was expected.

Notwithstanding, you’ve grown in other areas. You’ve got some control over the stability of your neck. I mean, it’s still loopy as fuck and you’re pretty much a bobblehead figure but there is a noticeable difference. So here’s to time (and milk) which should help in that department.

Oh! I was going through some trousers and found the coin I picked up when we were in the hospital. That was oddly satisfying. You should always check your pockets before you get rid of your clothes. Who knows, you just might find a facemask and a pound.

Speaking of growth, a lot of your clothes are too small for you now. Thankfully, your mother doesn’t need an incentive to buy you stuff. So obviously, she’s gone to town adding to your wardrobe. She didn’t stop with the bits from John Lewis the other day. No, no, no sir. A delivery arrived today with some Autumn/Winter clothing. The package had Polarn O. Pyret written on it.

I have to tell ya, those Swedes have mastered the art of everything kids. That extends from clothing to lifestyle and education. Where were they when Eminem was growing up huh? They had the chance to ruin him with happiness but passed on it. Now, all we have is this great music to deal with.

We’re not moving to Sweden anytime soon but those fuckers really know what they’re doing when it comes to the well-being of children. The rest of us are mostly winging it. So yes, unsurprisingly, the outfits are cool and very practical i.e. zips not buttons. By the way, I am exaggerating when I say “gone to town”. You do need bigger clothes and she’s not been excessive at all. Hell, I had to buy bigger swaddles the other day. You’re such a reptile.

Going through Beiens visual stimulus cards

Most interestingly though is your reaction to these Beiens visual stimulus cards, along with this fold-out board. You get all excited and talkative looking at them. It’s pure voodoo the way you get spellbound and start chanting gibberish.

All the while, I’m wondering if it’s the same squares and triangles the rest of us are seeing.

We have a six-week check-in tomorrow at the hospital. Liza has the details. It’s on the calendar invite I’m sure.

…checking…

Yea, at Portland with Dr Maalouf. I have no name jokes to go with that. Maybe tomorrow. But we’ve got a few questions, like how do we know if you’re allergic to anything? We aren’t, but you could be. And we don’t want to find out at A&E.

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