The only real issue was people treating the baby like he had some problem since he wasn't walking and talking.
A friend of a friend ran into this with her son. He was the size of a toddler before he could even crawl. He even looked like a toddler. It was really striking. The other problem was that because he was so big, when the mom grabbed his arm to keep him from falling one day, the pull of his own weight dislocated either his shoulder or his elbow, I don't remember which. They had to really watch for stuff like that; tumbles that wouldn't hurt a smaller frame really banged him up. And he walked later, they guess because his muscles had to work a bit harder to support his frame...and probably because he really hated falling down.
The thing is? While he is still on the taller side of average for his age, you would never have guessed he was ginormous baby.
While he is still on the taller side of average for his age, you would never have guessed he was ginormous baby.
My niece was born at 9 lbs, 6 oz, and she reached a point around seven years old where they were worried that she was going to need growth hormone shots. She grew no more than an inch between ages 6 and 8, possibly 9, but now she's 14 and perfectly normal in height (about 5'4" and a typical teen in body and spirit).
A friend of a friend ran into this with her son. He was the size of a toddler before he could even crawl. He even looked like a toddler. It was really striking.
Our next-door neighbor's son is in the 95th percentile for height and weight - he's not fat, just HUGE. And so, at 9 months, looks about twice his age. It always takes a few moments for me to remember that he's not actually that much older than D, developmentally, because he's so much bigger.
(D is tall and skinny, like Em - 40th percentile for weight, 80th for height. He's a little string bean.)
Shit I Didn't Say:
Well fine then. I guess the guy at Casual Male knows better than me what size my husband wears even though I've been buying his clothes for nigh ten years now. If you don't believe what I say, then dont ask me. And shut your gaping piehole.
Shit I Didn't Say:
Well fine then. I guess the guy at Casual Male knows better than me what size my husband wears even though I've been buying his clothes for nigh ten years now. If you don't believe what I say, then dont ask me. And shut your gaping piehole.
Must be going around...
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I'm sorry you don't like the answer I gave you re: vacation time and short-term disability, but that is the answer I was given. Telling me I am "absolutely wrong" will not change the fact that I am, in fact, right. And even if I'm not...if you knew the answer already, why are you wasting my fucking time by calling me? Shut up, shut up and, oh, by the way...shut the fuck up.
Happy Holidays to you, too. Fuckcake.
This guy with "hot rod" tattooed on his penis goes into surgery...
...with a duck on his head.
Happy Holidays to you, too. Fuckcake.
I want this on a t-shirt.
Happy Holidays to you, too. Fuckcake.
I want this on a t-shirt.
I was thinking on the side of the GoodYear blimp. Or sky-writing.
Hm. Sky-writing.
"Happy Holidays to you, too. Fuckcake.
Love, God."
