Wednesday, July 16, 2008
I have big boys.
I was in denial about this. I would think things like, "people just don't know what size children are." Women stop me in the grocery store to ask me how old Isaac is and then ALWAYS say, "wow. He's big." And I smile and don't really believe them. I think, "yeah, that's what they said about Andrew too. That's what they say about every baby."
When Andrew was an infant, I took enormous amounts of pride in his size. I was so, so proud that I gave birth to such a whopping lad and then plumped him up, nice and round, on mama's milk alone. Then Isaac, little one that he is, was born much smaller than Andrew. Well, 11 oz. smaller, which for a newborn, is a lot of ounces. I was worried that would happen. I knew that so much of my mama pride with Andrew was about his size. If Isaac didn't, um, measure up, would I still be proud of him? Turns out...I was!
So yesterday we went to the pediatrician. And the boys were weighed, among other things. Andrew weighs 36 pounds, the size of an average 4 year old. Isaac weighs 15 pounds, 6 ounces. The size of an average 6 month old.
Now, just wait one minute here. Andrew was my Amazon Boy. He is my future linebacker for the New England Patriots. But, then little tiny Isaac weighs more than Andrew did at that age.
I almost had myself convinced that my boys were average size, and to not get all excited. But then the nurse came in the room with Isaac's immunizations. And then she left, thinking she was in the wrong room. She poked her head in the door again, "Is that Isaac?" "yeah." "Oh. Here I was looking for a little baby. He's 2 months old?"
Maybe I do have two linebackers on my hands.
It's funny what moms take pride in.
White Chocolate and Strawberry Shortbread. word.
Posted by Dave at 8:49 AM