The day after Rhys' birthday Alyssa and I took him for his checkup. He's doing great -- he grew 3 inches since his 18-month checkup! He's up to the 30th percentile for height and the 50th for weight. No more head circumference measurements though I'm quite sure he'd still be off the chart.
Afterwards we swung by McDonald's for a quick breakfast before we went to school and work.
(The first picture is completely unposed -- I turned around after signing in and that's where they were. The second picture is posed, but I have no idea why they're crouching!)
Friday afternoon I took Rhys to the doctor due to the telltale signs of an ear infection. He just has a cold, but I can't believe what a big boy he is. He climbed right up into the grownup chair.
Meanwhile, Alyssa fell asleep on the couch after an exhausting week at Gramma and Grampa's house. Both kids spent the weekend alternating between feverish and fine. (Kelly seems to have dodged this bullet for the time being.)
We got to meet Aunt Samantha's new kitten on Sunday. This good-natured little guy is only about 5 weeks old! No pics of Rhys holding him as his hands weren't quite gentle enough. The girls did great though! It quickly became apparent that if we were to adopt a cat ourselves, we would need to get at least 3 of them.
"I pity da foo' who doesn't like my Mardi Gras beads."
"Hat!" He kept proclaiming loudly when I tried to take his picture. He wouldn't stop telling me about it, hence the funny face.
