stats?? oh yeah

It seems I have been remiss in my documentation of the boys statistical growth situation. Last week we went to their 6 month meds check-ups at which the consensus from the Doc was if it ain't broke don't fix it. Yeah I coulda' told him that. But he's fun to chat with so I didn't mind so much. I've been in with three different boys in the past three weeks, so that's good, isn't it, that I like the doctor?

That reminds me that I loved loved loved our "baby doctor" which is what I call the guy we used to see before we got big enough to cause trouble in school. In my most panic-ed frantic mommy moments the result was usually to go in to see our baby doctor. (And keep in mind, I stretch way far before I get to the frantic mark!) He was mesmerizing. His manner with the little boys was actually what I found the most touching, seriously in a world where I had up to that point observed only about 2% masculine interest in the actual welfare of my children, this guy was so pleasant and soothing and soft spoken. That, plus once the family had strep or something so he peeked at my throat and prescribed for me too so I didn't have to make a separate appointment dragging three little sick boys along with me.

I specifically remember asking about their growth percentiles though, last week, just so y'all'd know. Funny how once they got to a certain age that stuff doesn't seem as important to me...but I feel so left out when everybody else is comparing stats, so I asked anyway.

I. is tall. Really really tall. Like over 6 feet. I think he weighs about 150 lbs and he's also very skinny looking but appears to be putting on some muscular weight compared to last year when he was sort of scary skinny. 7th & 8th grades have been interesting for I. and my belief is he's finally coming into his own, friend wise. He always has a few girls swooning over him, his self-image seems healthy. He has recently begun to habitually do his chores before asking me to type my password into the computer so he can chat or whatever online. He spends a huge amount of time listening to music, learning guitar tabs, printing out little charts of guitar music thingys to use to learn songs he likes. He appears to love the new Train song, "Hey Soul Sister" and has gradually transitioned away from listing to strictly pissed off skinny white teenager music (the screamy screechy grunty variety) and had Bob Marley set to repeat infinitely on his CD player in his room yesterday. I find this 100% more acceptable than the aforementioned screechy pissed off skinny white teenager music. He wears a lot of black but so do I so I can't really complain about that.

L & C are in the 25th % range for stats. The Doc says it's a skinny age. They are 9 & 7 respectively. I think L. weighs 57 lbs. and they're 40-something-ish inches tall? Maybe. I can't remember all that. L is taller and weighs slightly more than C. For 45 more days C. will be 7 and then after that they'll be 9 & 8 years old. They can't live with each other and can't live without each other. C. is pink and got the. most. hellish sunburn right across the tops of his shoulders the other day while riding his bike shirtless in the street at his dad's house. L. is more olive and did not burn similarly.

Oh and they also have quite the interesting vocabulary. They know all the pertinent cuss words and what each finger means when held aloft in any given situation.

Their behavior smooths out nicely when they take their meds but then they're never hungry after it kicks in - like to the point of refusing to eat macaroni & cheese! So I always make sure to feed them before their morning dose. Of course nothing can guarantee they'll eat what I cook. L. is super challenging and matter-of-fact. He loves me fiercely but isn't afraid to tell me he thinks what I cooked looks like crap. Curiously enough once he tries it, sometimes he likes it. C. will eat anything that isn't too spicy. Including Brussels sprouts. 

Really these are the things that warm a mother's heart, aren't they?