His height and weight are both snugly in the mid-50th percentile. His head is getting smaller, or at least more proportional, clocking in at a mere 89th percentile!
He did not love the shots this time around. Oh, he was fine when he GOT the shots, just a small whimper. It was the hours and days that followed that were, in a word, hellish.He was feverish, crabby, hungry but wouldn't eat, tired but wouldn't sleep.
He was not a fun person to be around.
Bob worked Friday night on a side job, making $200 in the process. Nice job! Then the next day he went ice fishing and one of his buddies fell into the lake. Oops. That'll wake a person up. Actually, he didn't fall ALL the way into the lake, just one leg took a dunk, but still.
I heard the story and kept envisioning the end of "To Die For" where Nicole Kidman is floating by dead under the ice on the skating lake. Anyway. Oh, sorry, SPOILER!
So yeah, I was alone with Dylan all day Saturday while he cranked and whined and complained.
And then the next day his sister smashed her face apart on a space heater and we hung out in the ER all day. George Clooney did not show up for his shift or something, it was not cool.
All in all, it was a good weekend. not.
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