Quips: Measuring up

Yesterday, BabyBear had a check up with our pediatrician and there was a lot of measuring. Dr. Star stretched a tape measure along my daughter's squirming body with laughable precision. The kid was plunked stark naked onto a cold scale, declared to be 20 pounds even, and cajoled for reaching the 95% percentile. (And I thought bathing suit shopping was humiliating.)

When the doctor measured the circumference of BB's noggin, I couldn't help but laugh. It's true that an excessive measure would indicate the build up of fluid around the blood-brain barrier. 

That's all well and good, but most practical moms don't need to know where their kids' heads rank. 

I would much rather know if my daughter's feet are of average size. At least then I would know whether the 6-12 month silver ballet flats that I bought for her Christmas dress are going to fit in a month's time.