Yesterday, Noah had his 1 year doctor checkup.

We were extremely surprised by the official results:

• Weight: 22 lbs, 15.4 oz (54th percentile)
• Height: 30.75 inches (80th percentile)
• Head Circ: 18.75 inches (90th percentile)

Our scale has overestimated Noah’s weight, compared to the official, every visit. I’ve decided that must mean it is also overestimating my weight and can thus pretend I’m svelte. (Ok, maybe not svelte. But maybe it is time to consider a new scale. That one was $20 when I bought it 10 years ago, maybe the measuring bit is losing accuracy.)

That’s also only 1/4 inche in vertical growth since the 9 month visit, an observably false measurement. HOWEVER, we thought he wasn’t quite that tall last time, and this time, I actually trust the measurement.

After the fun part of measuring everything, we did the no-fun part: shots. Noah was very brave, not crying during the fingerprick or the first shot, but by the 3rd one, he was NOT enjoying himself any more.

When it was all over, I cuddled Noah on my shoulder, rubbing his back and telling him it was ok. As he calmed down, he started to gently pat and rub my shoulder too. Noah made these comforting gestures as if he knew that I hated him having to get shots and cry almost as much as he hated it.

And then I died from the sweetness.