Like Father, Like Son

Last Friday, before Bret made his famous second voyage to the other side of the world, we took Grant Nicholas to the doctor for his two month well baby visit. To start the visit, the nurse took Grant's measurements. He has been on the small side, his first visit registering in the 25th percentile for height and weight. So, you can imagine that it was no surprise to find out that Grant is still in the 25th percentile for height (his Daddy's dreams of the NBA are "shortly" becoming a thing of the past). But, the real shocker was that buddy boy weighed in at 14 lbs, 5 oz, putting him in the 97th percentile for weight. That's right, we have a porkchop on our hands. Most babies who are heavy are also long, so round and pudgy Grant is in a class of his own.

I guess that's what happens when you give a kid to two chubby people. I don't know what I'm going to do about it; I'm going to go talk to some food about it. Where's that Snicker bar when you need it?

Here are some pics of the little, loveable, cuddly, cushy guy:
His wrists look like a rubber band is tied tightly around them. Yikes. It's like a bad, "you know you're fat when" joke.