Groovy Toes

So I said he was advanced, didn't I say that? A couple of mornings ago, Declan was lying on his stomach when out popped two totally clear words: groovy toes. He thinks toes are groovy, and frankly, I do too. I mean who else's kids can say groovy toes by four months old? Maybe Einstein's...maybe.

Of course what we have here is some exaggeration, not about what he said, groovy toes definitely came out of his mouth, but about the sense behind it. Does Declan have any concept of any words? He can maybe loosely identify his name, I know this because he turns toward me when I say it, but other than that goo and gaa are all that Declan means to say. He's had a few other accidental words come out, namely baby and bye. But even though I think he's absolutely perfect, not even I would claim that Declan's words accomplished anything other than making me smile, which I did. Then I made up a song about groovy toes. It goes like this: groovy toes, groovy toes, groovin' all over the wo-o-o-orld. Groovy toes, groovy toes, for every boy and every gi-i-i-irl. I sang it to Declan all morning long. I sang it so much that Rich now knows it too.

You may have noticed those two, horrible band aids on Declan's thighs. They're there because we had his four month appointment this morning. Along with painful shots (yes, I vaccinate him, no, I'm not interested in reasons why I shouldn't), we learned that Bigfatbaby is in effect! Declan is 17 pounds, 12 ounces and 27 inches long. For those of you without kids, our doctor told us that those are average EIGHT MONTH OLD stats. Declan is four months old today. Big Fat Baby!*

*Declan actually has a good proportion for his height, he's just big. I don't want him reading this when he gets older and getting a complex.