B'ham boy reaches 14 lbs.

Selecting the perfect glass or wooden eye is quite a daunting prospect. If you don't pick just the right kind of wood you could find your eye rotting out at an inconvenient time, or you may wake up to find the woodpecker that originally put you in the position of using prosthetic eyes pecking on your new one. If you doubt my credibility, just ask Mikey-G, he'll set you straight. But that is a story for another time. Today was a big day for Robby. As they set baby Robby on the giant cold scale he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. With his short baby memory span he couldn't remember having ever done this before. Were they trying to send him a message? Had he eaten too much? What could they expect? He was a baby and eating was he favorite pass time. Besides, he was on an all milk diet. He couldn't be that heavy. He had once heard of an obscure restaurant in the highlands of Scotland that had a picture on the wall of a half-goat/half-baby that could knit sweaters faster than Grandma Moses and sold foosball tables on the side. The wind of change was blowing fiercely. Anyways, at 14 lbs. Robby had vaulted himself into the 50th percentile of other babies his age. He was having a growth spurt and no one could stop him but himself.