Today was Clifton's two month pediatrician appointment. As of today he is nine weeks and 5 days old. It's pretty funny that all along our entire family has been thinking that Clif's so huge! I suppose compared to Ryann, and even Mei, he really is. But at 12lb 6oz, he's actually just at the 42nd percentile for his weight. However, he blows down the average when it comes to strength and alertness. It's fun to see the surprise on his Doctor's face when Clif pushes his entire chest off the table or when he watches everyone's movements around the room. His smiles and giggles are already easy, which is to be expected, since they've been around since his third week.
We have an order in to the hospital where he was born for his upper GI scope. We just need to call and schedule. Nothing is expected to be wrong. This is all for everyone's peace of mind. But it's still scary. And as much as I want to know that everything is okay, at least for now, I also feel bad for subjecting little Clif to a test that could be considered unnecessary.
But that's a worry for another day. Because as of right now, it's the weekend!