Well-child visit at the doctor=time for a photo shoot.
We did an over/under on his weight this time. (We always bet on what his official weight will be before we go.) Sweet Husband took under 20 pounds, I took over. I lost, but only by the bare fewest of ounces. ("He has to be at least 20 pounds--from the way my arms feel after lugging him around all day, there's no way it could be less!")
But the Kiddo's added movement--he's about two seconds away from learning how to crawl--seems to be slimming his figure by comparison to others his age. While last time we were mostly in the 90's, this visit he was just a little above the 80th percentile right across the board. ("Very proportionate!" his doctor cooed at him.)
And the balloons? Were not only a lovely photo prop, but days of bargain entertainment!