A laugh at our baby's expense

After Pete’s most recent doctor’s appointment.

Rockford: These numbers they do. It’s like predicting home run numbers a week into the season. “He’s projected to hit 820.”

Nichole: Pete’s going to hit 820 this year? What a baby!

Rockford: I know! Anyway, his head’s in the 25th percentile …

Nichole: That’s a tiny head!

Rockford: His weight’s in the 50th, and his height’s in the 97th.

Nichole: He has a tiny little melon head!

Rockford: It’s a melon on a stick. He’s going to look like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar.


Elf Yourself!

This bit of Christmas cheer brought me so much joy this morning. I had no idea Rockford’s grandparents had such fabulous moves.

I was so thrilled with their performance, in fact, that I signed our little crew up for the same treatment. And now I can’t stop watching it. Although really, Pete looks like he could use a little more enthusiasm, doesn’t he? Poppy thinks Daddy looks “so happy,” though, so I guess he’s making up for the littlest Grinch.

Update: Look! More elves!

Daddy is most pleased

Poppy has taken a liking to Daddy’s favorite leisure-time activity: The golf. So far she’s mighty accurate, and she has pretty good form. You don’t suppose that’ll change once she’s using standard equipment, do you?