We took Charlie for his one month check-up last week. In the doctor's words: "Keep doing whatever you're doing: he's doing great!" I knew that my unorthodox regimen of raw meat and push-ups would be good for the lad. Just a joke, now: he's happy chowing down on Similac, that foul-smelling concoction that makes him oh so happy.
In one month, he's put on two pounds and gained two inches. Go on, admit that you just thought "maybe he'll be a basketball player!" I know I did. Bird. McHale. Russell. Pierce. Leary. Oh yes, I like that a lot.
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