Lean Burrito

Asher just had his 9 month checkup.  9 month checkups are glorious for one big reason:  there are no shots involved. This is not to say that I am not grateful for the technology of immunizations.  I think it is fantastic that I don't have to worry much about my baby getting the measles, or small pox, or the myriad of other diseases that either he has received immunizations for, or have been more or less eradicated in this country thanks to others being immunized in the past.  It is not so fantastic to watch your baby scream as people poke him with needles (I am also grateful for pediatric nurses.  How awful would it be to have to be the person poking babies with needles?), and then to worry for the next couple of days that he will have some kind of reaction.

However, none of this is to the point.  I am not here to tell you what didn't happen at Asher's checkup, but what did.  And what did happen, was that Asher was weighed and measured.  Turns out that my little string bean is in the 81st percentile for height, but in only the 3rd for weight.  Bah!  Members of the jury, I assert that this is not my fault.  I spend a good chunk of my day either feeding Asher or monitoring him while he feeds himself to make sure that he doesn't choke.  Furthermore, I would like to present exhibit A:

and exhibit B:

Obviously, I contributed some nice chunky baby genes.  Hugh, on the other hand.... well, you can judge for yourselves.  In the meantime, I'm going to go feed the Burrito something really fattening.