Random Stuff

It’s a shame that doctors don’t have percentile measurements of hands and feet like they do for height, weight and head size. Every so often I look at Peter’s hands and think jeez, them suckers are big. But since they don’t do measurements, I can’t tell if I don’t really know what I’m talking about or if Peter does in fact have oddly-proportioned mitts. But I do know this: we’ve had to get Peter new shoes about every six weeks now since around his birthday. Maybe that’s a slight exaggeration, but I don’t think it’s off by much. I do expect to come home one night only to be told by the missus that Peter’s shoes can’t come off because his feet grew too much since I left in the morning.

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Speaking of growing, Peter has four new teeth poking through his gums now. They’re all the canines - which have taken their time in showing up, but maybe it’s more convenient that they’re all coming through at once. It explains why he was acting as cranky as he was last week. Why, he was so cranky he made John McCain look laid back in comparison. ß joke.

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A trait that Peter has been developing for several months now is one that his mom and I hope lasts a long time: neatness. Well, not Felix Unger neatness, not yet anyway. I mean, give him spaghetti and he paints his face and everything with 3 feet of him a nice shade of red. But he’s in a phase where he’ll pick up his toys and put them in their container when he’s done playing. Hopefully this phase lasts a looooooong time. With any luck I can train him to clean up my own messes.

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The following picture was taken at Costco a couple weeks back. Peter is with his friend Braiden. Peter likes hugging. Braiden? Not so much.

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Peter is now able to climb up the seat of a sofa or chair, provided it’s not too high up above the floor. He throws his right leg up on to the cushion and throws his body forward, while trying to get traction with his knee. He’s got good form, but he needs to get a little taller to be able to succeed every time.

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Whenever he goes to his Granny’s house now he tries to pick up one of the cats. We’re not sure why, maybe he’s seen me do it before and he wants to do the same thing. But he’s not yet big enough. He reaches under the hind legs and tries to pull up, but he doesn’t have the leverage to do it. Instead he falls forward a little bit and rolls over. Good thing Mitzi puts up with him.