We took Lucas in for his one year well-child exam today. At nine months he weighed a whopping 13 pounds 14 ounces.
Today he tipped the scales at 14 pounds 14 ounces. Heavy sigh!
And it's no wonder, when you consider the staples of his diet.
Pencil erasers. Crayons. Dirt. Playdough. and Raisins. Kidding. Mostly.
He's obviously very cute, he's just not very big. Fortunately, we've already run the gamut of testing and they've found nothing wrong with him. He's just bound to be little. We're buying him some jodhpurs and a whip to get him started early on his jockeying career.
Anyone who has fed him a meal knows that he's not little because he doesn't eat enough. He loves to eat. And he's quite vocal about it. He will definitely let you know if he needs more food. Which he will.
I take a lot of pictures of him eating to prove that we do actually feed him.
I kid. It's because it's the only time he'll sit still for me.