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The positive thing about the sceptic is that he considers everything possible


No bile and venting today, despite another night's interrupted sleep, it has been a pretty good day thus far. Henry and I mastered a number of new bits of playground equipment, and Ezra slept. Note the little snick on Ezra's eyebrow there, courtesy of a stinging right jab from his brother. He still hasn't mastered the art of keeping the gloves up at all times. He'll learn.

So yesterday was the day that Ezra and Henry finally matched up. That is, Ez arrived nineteen days earlier than his due date, and Hen was twelve days overdue. Although I am skeptical about the lack of scientific rigidity that informs due dates, it struck Jen and I as an appropriate time to reconsider the differentials in size between the imperial toddler and his little brother.

And wouldn't you know it, the big weigh in confirmed that Ezra is exactly the same weight as Henry at birth. It seems that the non-stop eating has done him good, gaining one-and-a-half kilos since birth. Time will tell whether he can match Henry's whopping seventeen point five kilos at twenty-one months, but he's on the right track.

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Anonymous said…
He's doing very well then. Looking at the blue book here, 17.5 kilos at 21 months for a boy is waaay off the top of the charts isn't it? By a long shot?
blackie said…
that is uncanny!

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