We got all his weights and measures (average for his length, below average for weight, and big head) and his anxiety immediately increased once he knew I was going to be letting other people get close to him. He's in that strangers-freak-me-out-I-only-want-my-mom-stage.
Well, long story short, Briggs was not-s0-well at year 1. In fact he had an ear infection and a nasty upper respiratory. And that called for no shots, an antibiotic, a breathing treatment, and a FABULOUS breathing machine for the Barlow household.
That's right, after a decade of kids we're the proud owners of a nebulizer. Sweet. Briggs was pretty thrilled, too. Can't you tell.
Here's Briggs being scarred in the name of the scrapbook.