"Hello, Dr. Stewart. Welcome to the Gun Show."

I’d like to know what kind of sadist goes to school for 8+ years to stick babies with needles? As you might have guessed, Suttie went to the doctor yesterday and received not one, but two shots, each of which fights against a rare condition – infantile comfort and contentedness. Luckily, the shots were immediately followed by an oral vaccine, which meant that Suttie became more interested in the prospect of food than in his recent trauma. His most tearful and anguished cries didn’t result from the pain of the shots, but from the fact that the sweet-tasting medicine had run out. So it would seem that my son has one chink in his armor of fussiness…he’s a sucker for a full belly. Now, my favorite part of any visit to the pediatrician’s office is when they put him on the scale. We really should form a betting pool for guessing how much our son weighs. It would be a nice jump start to his college fund. At this particular visit, Suttie weighed in at a whopping 18 lbs., which put him in the ….*drum roll, please*…97th weight percentile. So, while he may score an 820 on the SAT and be an eater of paste, only 3 kids out of 100 bested him in this. A few moments later, the doctor declared that he had good muscle tone, at which time I had to choke back a snort because the dimples in my son’s elbows and knees don’t really scream “Future Mr. Fitness.” All in all, Suttie is perfectly healthy, well-vaccinated, and not scheduled for another doctor’s visit for 2 months, which means that we’ve only got 8 weeks to overtake that other 3%.