The continuing exploits of Mr. Finnegan as he conquers the world with his cuteness.

The patient presents with acute cuteness and precocious adorableness. The specimen appears to be a healthy young male, human as far as can be told, and very much in the prime of life.

By God, Man! Is he not huggable!?

The Doctor will see you now.

Stats:

9 months old.

2′ 5.5″ (86%)

23 lb 5 oz (87%)

17.99 ” Head Circumference (62%)

(10^100)^(10^100) On the Finnegan Scale of Awesome (One Googleplex, as high as the scale currently measures).

Zoot Alores!

Dear Lord! I may have to dramatically tear these fake glasses from my head for emphasis!

Well I think I have certainly seen it all at this point. How much more could there be? I have seen a dog, two cats, mom & dad, a number of people who are not mom or dad (very confusing!), and the fantastic talking box of colors and lights that mom and dad keep turning off when I start to stare at it. That seems like plenty.

I think I must have experienced everything by now, getting a cold, sneezing, getting a shot, being born, being too cold or too warm, having a bath, having a diaper changed, crying, laughing, sleeping .. . Could there be anything else?

And then there is visiting the doctor, which I did yesterday. Here are the results:

14 pounds, 8 ounces
24 inches (2 ft exactly!)
15.5 inch head

Which puts me above the 95th percentile for weight by age. But did they have to poke me with a needle? I fail to see how that was necessary.

So there it is, two months old and I have seen it all. Could this be that 100 years that Grandma Pat was talking about?

Whoa – hold on a minute. . . I see something shiny and kind of wobbly! OK, I guess there might be more to see and experience out there after all. I’m going to flail my arms about and see if I can figure out what this new shiny thing is.