Jafta's birthday falls just after the cut-off for starting school this fall, so he is getting an extra year of preschool while most of the kids in his class move on. He is pretty devastated by this fact. It's not even that he is comparing himself academically, or sad that his friends won't be in his class. He is just devastated that anyone could actually be older than him. He doesn't get it. As the youngest kid in his entire class, Jafta is also the tallest. And in a four-year-old's mind, it's all about who is biggest. Learning that biggest does not necessarily mean oldest has been a difficult blow for him this week.
Which brings me to the obesity.
We took him to his yearly physical yesterday. Jafta is 95th percentile in height and weight for his age. The doctor also informed us that his BMI technicially makes him obese.
Awesome. My first thought is that I am now one of those moms of obese kids on the Maury Povich show. How did this happen? I've judged those mom for years! But the doctor quickly explained it is an anomoly because of his thick muscle mass. He is perfectly healthy, but some people are just naturally bigger. She used Shaq as an example.
So Jafta is less this:
And more so this:
Which is good, since I write for a mommy blog that encourages moms to feed their children nutritious foods. But not so good for my dream of being on the Maury Povich show. Perhaps I can get on one of Maury's "Are You My Baby's Daddy?" paternity episodes. Is it just me, or do Jafta and Mark look nothing alike?