I'm a big boy now

Today Mom took me to the doctor for my 1 month (4 week) checkup. Like last time, I astounded everyone with my dashing good looks and Herculean strength. Most importantly, I gave Mom some ongoing proof that I excel at eating. And pooping, but who's keeping score?

Here's my new stats:

• weight: 9 pounds, 7.5 ounces (50%)
• height: 22 inches (75%)

Clearly, I am a giant.

In anticipation of our appointment, Mom pulled out some lovely big boy pants for me to wear for the first time. Mom said they were jeans, but Dad kept saying they were dungarees as he was dressing me.

All I can say is pants with feet? bah. Those are for babies.