Da Plane, Da Plane

The Boy got his six-month vaccinations today. Went surprisingly smooth, bit of crying for one of the three needles, the other two were met with, believe it or not, smiles. All that leg fat he's been building up is paying off.

We were informed though that he has slipped to the 20th percentile in terms of length. He's in the 90th percentile for weight and head circumference, but it appears he's short for his age. Now P and I wouldn't be considered giants among our peers, but still the comment caught us by surprise. "My son, he's... stumpy?"

Neither the doctor or us are all that concerned, he's already taller than Hervé Villechaize.