Shane has not one, but TWO teeth. They're front and center on his bottom gum line. Neither one is a "white monolith" yet, but they at least count as sharp protrusions. I can run my finger over them and there's absolutely no doubt. Last Thursday, the doctor noticed the first one while Shane was getting his vaccinations. The second one appeared shortly thereafter. I'm just glad the little incisors are here. I relinquish my title as the "father who called TOOTH!"
Carrie objects to one of the findings at the doctor's office. The nurse weighed Shane in at 20.5 pounds, measured him at 27 inches long, and then found his head circumference to be something like 45 cm. Shane is hovering around the 80th percentile for weight and head circumference, but he dropped from the 80s to somewhere around the 60th percentile for length. Carrie swears that Shane is longer than 27 inches from her own measurements. She thinks he is perfectly proportioned and on track to out-grow his car seat!
I think Shane's getting a little bit of baby pudge. Sorry, son. I'm calling you out! You're by no means a totally tubby baby, but I've noticed that when I try to pull you out of your bumpo seat that your thighs stick and the seat comes up with you. You've also managed to hide scrap of kleenex in a fold of skin between your chin and neck. Then your wrists are starting to look like there are little rubber bands around them that puff out the skin on both sides. Grandma keeps mentioning that she loves and oh so wants to pinch your chubby cheeks too!
So yeah, my kid is a little more on the hefty baby side of things. He's proportional, the doctor and everyone who meets him thinks he's beautiful so it's not anything to worry about. I'd rather Shane be a little overweight than under while he's growing so rapidly. I'll start the exercise regime once he starts crawling if Shane doesn't wear me out with all of his energy first!.
My work year officially ended when I checked out yesterday. I'm still in shock. I've felt strange all day today. A weird combination of too much energy and yet not enough. Thankfully, I channeled a chunk into Shane care, yard work, and one of my new tutoring jobs. I started tutoring one student at the end of May, and I've picked up two more kids since then. My rate is apparently low compared to what other teachers charge at my school, but it's more than I'm used to be making! Hello, gas and formula money! It's also nice to be working with one kid without worry about seven others killing each other or destroying my classroom. It lets me teach. I've already received from ego boosting emails from the first kid I'm tutoring about what a huge help I've been. Hopefully, I'll live up to the hype and then some. If things are going well, I may try to keep all three kids during the school year or I may have to let one of them go once school really starts to pick up. It's an evaluation year so I have to bring my A+ lessons. In the end, I pray it all works out to God's plan.
Sleep beckons.
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