The one where I turn four months old….

Life’s good…except when you see the Doctor.

How many shots do I need to survive?  I mean, seriously.  Hasn’t humanity figured out how to beat diseases without piercing skin?

Anyways, the fun part was hearing that I know weigh 16 pounds (and 1 ounce).  At 4 months old, that puts me in the top 85th percentile!  I’m also 25 inches long, which, again puts me in the top 85th percentile.

Bad news is I have a big head…top 90th percentile.  I blame my Dad for that one.

I’ll leave you with a picture of my sad face after hearing that.