In case you haven't noticed, Daniel is still kinda small. Sure he can't reach the pedals and won't be driving any time soon, but still. According to the growth charts he's not doing so hot. That is to say, at his last official checkup with the pediatrician he was in the zeroth percentile for weight. I didn't even know there was a zeroth percentile. I wasn't even sure if "zeroth" was a real word.

Then we discovered avocados.

If you're a bit tubby, you want to stay the hell away from avocados. I have no idea what's in them, but they're squishy and greasy inside. Preparation is easy, and you can play golf with the pit. Amy keeps telling me that avocados are super-high in all sorts of nutrients and some kind of mystical "good fat", and that you could survive on a desert island on just avocados. This assumes you have a grocery store on that desert island and that you believe her.

I don't believe her. My best guess is that avocados are made up of waste materials and byproducts that were rejected by the inventor of the Wendy's Triple for being a bit dodgy. If you've ever had a Triple, you'll note that it literally drips with disgusting liquid fat, yet contains no avocado. I believe this to be a deliberate omission. What our scientists have been able to ascertain is that if you eat an avocado a day, you'll gain weight.

There's other stuff being funneled into him too, but avocados are the big thing. He also seems to like them mashed in with yogurt and bananas. Either that or he finds them bland, but the bananas cover up the taste. By "like" I mean to say that he's had days where a clean bib went on, and a clean bib came off him. We don't get a similar reaction with apple sauce or other former favorites.

So far he's been gaining almost a pound a week and has worked his way up to 15 pounds 3 ounces. On a percentage basis that's a rather spooky gain. Sounds like he'll be getting these things ad nauseam, possibly in a literal sense.

So, we went to Sea World yesterday along with the Bermans. It was agreed upon that this is not a repeat move. Even with some heavy rain scaring away some folks, it really wasn't worth it. I'm usually pretty good at moving through crowds, but it's ridiculous how much harder it is with a stroller. We should have attached a plow to the front or something.

Daniel was exceptionally tolerant of being out so late without a decent nap....I guess there was too much to look at for him to be bothered with sleeping, but usually that leads to extreme grumpiness later. He got some good naps today though, which was just fine with us.

--Amy

We were talking about genetics and had to whip out an Excel spreadsheet to figure this one out. I'm sure if we go a little further back then more stuff will show up. Based upon his hair, Viking has gotta be in there somewhere.

This sounds odd, but for his 1st birthday Daniel was still too young to be mashing food into his face so he was actually clean when it was all said and done.


NOTE: never hand over a camera to your idiot brother or else you'll get about a hundred pictures of the inside of his nose and the floor, instead of that baptism thing. Otherwise, I don't have much of the baptism and party on my camera. Mike took a zillion pictures, but I haven't sifted through those yet.

Alright, so it's not a real car. Actually, we still have the footplate in so he can't even Flintstone it around yet, but so far he seems pretty content with his first push around the block.