We’re back from the Land of Florida now. I liked hanging out on the beach and I thought we were gonna live there, but it’s nice to be back home again with my own bed and my dad and my toys.

Yesterday was the worst day of my life. I went to someone called P.D. Trician and they stabbed me in the leg with a big needle. Then I got all hot and spent all day crying. My Omi and my parents held me all the time, which made me feel a little better, but only a little.

I got measured again too. I’m 16 pounds, which is in the 50th percentile for my age, but my height is off the chart. Am I gonna be tall? My dad says I grew a lot since last time he saw me. Maybe I’m gonna be tall.