Hey guys, B. Honey here. Did I ever tell you I wasn't crazy about my nickname on this blog in beginning? But now I'm kind of digging it ... I guess it's gonna stick ... haha, a little 2-month old humor for ya'.
So I just got back from the Doctor's House. He says I'm doing great. I'm 14 pounds and 10 ounces. And 25 inches long. Dr. O says that I'm a 2 month old trapped in a 4 month old's body. Easy for him to say. That's a lot of flesh for a neurologically immature guy to handle.
Oh, and the worst part wasn't even the examinations or the pokes. It was the nasty stuff they put in my mouth to swallow first. Yuck. Haven't these people ever heard of breastmilk? That's the way to go. Someone should tell them grape flavored nuthin'. I practically lost my lunch gagging on that junk. Work on the milk flavored medicine please.
So, yeah, I'm growing lots. From this angle I do look pretty tall ... and handsome, if I do say so myself.
Now get out of here and go eat some ice cream on my behalf to celebrate. Pass the milk, mom.
Now get out of here and go eat some ice cream on my behalf to celebrate. Pass the milk, mom.
2 comments:
Oh my! I think you've hit a "honey" of a home run. Do you really think he looks like Mr. M?
Growing like a weed. Which might sound bad, weeds are usually less desirable. But not at our house... our backyard proves it. Weeds everywhere, none challenged out of thier spot to make room for something nicer.
And Eme agrees, "What is this awful cherry flavoring? ICK!"
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