Four Months Y'all

One surefire way for us to calm Wyatt when he's upset (which, thankfully isn't all that often these days) is for me to march him in circles around our house. Introduce some nice bluetooth headphones to the situation and we have a beautiful nexus of pacification and productivity.

Given the amount of time I spend marching this guy around (we would peg the appropriate metric at days now, not just hours), I thought I had some insight into how much this guy weighs. Carrie and I were making bets as to how chunky our little chunker has gotten. I put the over/under at 20 pounds. Carrie thought maybe 18.

Well, it turns out we may need to retract the chunker moniker from this guy (but those cheeks!). I guess I'm just wimpy (or perhaps exhausted from aforementioned days of marching) because Wyatt came in at a relatively svelte 16.5 pounds. That puts him in the 65th percentile. A chunker, he is not.

He is tall, however. At a little over 26 inches, he's in the 90th percentile for height. These numbers closely resemble Owen's stats. I predict we're going to have a couple of big boys (though, maybe not chunkers).

Biased opinion-based statistic of the day: Wyatt is in the 98th percentile for cuteness. 

Completely fabricated statistic of the day: Those thighs are 63% more rolly than at birth.

Happy 4 months together everyone!