Easton, 3 year check-up

I would throw up a random photo of my son but I don't have one handy. But you guys remember what he looks like: short, shaved head, a spitting image of his daddy. Easton turned 3 almost 1 month ago and I had his appointment planned well in advance, too well in advance in fact. Yes, I totally spaced it and had to reschedule for over 3 weeks later. Which is why I scheduled it so early, dammit.

Anyspacecadetmotherway, he is as healthy as the crazy nut could be. He weighed in at 33 lbs and was 38" tall, which translates into 85% height and 50% weight, long and lean. Awesome, my son eats cookies for breakfast and somehow maintains and "long and lean" physique. Meanwhile, mama pounds her ass off at the gym 6 days a week and is considered "curvy." Standards.

I love our pediatrician, she is a down to earth mama of 4 (boys) and totally gets it all. Whatever issue I think I have, she always puts me at ease and blames it all on the age, the gender, or something beyond my control. I like that about her, it makes some guilt melt away.

So yes, Easton is 3, the ever-running ball of monkey energy. And I'm exhausted.