Mama Got a Big Ol' Head
The other day I took Corbin to his two-month well baby checkup. At the doctor's office, they took the standard measurements: his weight, his length, and his head circumference. When the doctor came in, he was looking at the chart, and was all, "Corbin is in the 50th percentile for weight, 50th percentile for height, and ... oh ... his head is a little bit above average-sized."
Okay, so apparently my little dude has a big dome. I shouldn't have been surprised since even in utero it measured roughly the size of a basketball (I might be exaggerating just a little). But honestly, it doesn't look all that big to me. He may be a pumpkin-head, but it's not obvious. He isn't rockin' the "orange on a toothpick" look or anything.
So I said to the pediatrician, half-jokingly, "Should I be worried about his big head?"
"Not at all," the doctor replied. And then ... then ... he added:
"It's a family trait."
Seriously?? Did my son's doctor just imply that I have a big head??
Maybe that's why my hips and thighs have a tendency to grow so quickly ... they're trying to support the weight of my gigantic noggin. Perfectly plausible explanation, right?
... I said maybe that's why ...
Anyway, I'm blaming Curtis for our son's big head. The doctor could have been talking about him, right?