We took Flipper to the pediatrician yesterday. Co was very anxious about his weigh-in, hoping that her indentured servitude to the boy would prove satisfactory.
The child is ten pounds, one half ounce. That's 84th percentile. He no longer fits in the newborn diapers.
He is 22 and a half inches, putting him in the 96th percentile for length. (Fortunately he's only in the sixties for head circumference; no basketball head.)
Today he got to visit his BFF Leo! They engaged in in, shall we say, parallel play (where play equals nursing, pooping, and sleeping).