Murrow had his 6 month check up the other day. As usual, they measured his head circumference, length and weight (he managed to not make a bowel movement on the scale). Turns out our boy is in the 50th percentile for all three categories. Too bad there’s no cute-o-meter. He’d be off the charts.
Of course, Gary was unable to make it to the appointment (stupid meetings!). I left the bandages on Mo’s legs where he got his 5 shots so that Poppa could see where all those puncture wounds were. Don’t worry. Murrow handled it like a little man. A crying, screaming little man.