The Cradle Catholic onesie was a christening gift from Dom’s sister and her family. They also gave us two others.
So today Anthony had his two-month checkup. He weighed in at just over 15 pounds—that puts him above the 97th percentile for weight, confirming my impression that he’s a big guy. He’s 23 1/2 inches long, which is about 60h percentile.
So I was bragging a bit to the doctor about how sweet Anthony is and how social. How he smiles and laughs all the time. As if to confirm my story, he started cooing at me as the doctor prepared his shots. When I began to play the echo game, repeating his coo sounds back to him, Anthony began to laugh. The doctor commented on how calm and happy he seemed.
But both the doctor and I were surprised at what happened next. As I put Anthony down on the table and positioned him for his shot, I apologized in advance: “There’s going to be a pain and you’re going to scream,” I told me smiling little guy as he gazed up at me with his wide brown eyes. And the the needle jabbed in and…. nothing. Anthony didn’t make a sound, Just lay there and…. “Was that a smile?” I exclaimed. Then he actually giggled. “Wow! That’s a first!” The doctor made a remark about how how strong and calm he was.
Anthony did shriek when the second needle jabbed him. And fussed for maybe half a minute. Then he was calm and cooing and smiling once again.
So there you have it. Anthony is most definitely the happiest baby on the block. And I take absolutely zero credit. Just as Bella was a fusspot. It’s just the way he’s wired.
Of course I don’t have any recent photos of him smiling. He was much happier after that first shot than he is in this photo.
