He made it. But barely. Poor dear. The whole experience was a trauma. Taking off his clothes and getting his head measured. Lying on the thingy and getting his body measured. Standing completely nude on the scale and getting weighed. Meeting the doctor. getting looked at in his ears and his mouth and his chest and his legs. And then — the worst part — the shots.<\/p>\n
But he was asleep before the end of the first song once we got in the car. I think I’m in for a quiet afternoon.<\/p>\n
He’s 80% in height and 50% in weight. Tall and skinny, our boy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
He made it. But barely. Poor dear. The whole experience was a trauma. Taking off<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-56","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-family"],"yoast_head":"\n