Here is August at four-months.
Thriving, jolly, and larger than life.
In our minds, he is the size of a planet. One of the larger ones. Saturn, maybe, without the ring. Not quite Jupiter, to be sure, but far more magnificent than Venus or Mars.
Alden and Kato are like Pluto. Almost not planets at all. Hugging the low end of the growth chart, they are destined for a lifetime of asking others to take the cookie jar down from the highest shelf.
But not August. At two months, he was at the 75th percentile for length and weight! He would be the one to protect the rest of us when all hell breaks loose at the end of days.
We took him in for his four-month checkup yesterday, wondering if, perhaps, he had grown even more magnificently large than he had been before. Our tired arms and aching backs suggested that he might be among the biggest four-month-olds ever to grace the planet earth. We eagerly awaited his measurements.
The verdict? August has shrunk, in a relative sense. He is squarely in the 50th percentile for both weight and length (though his head is apparently still off the charts).
We have decided to go on loving him in spite of his failure to be quite as large as his early metrics suggested.
It seems as if we’re going to need another protector when the End Times come.
