If I have to hear one more parent talk about their "amazing" five month-old being in the 98th percentile for height and weight I think I'm going to lose it. Like anyone gives a flying fuck about your kid's weight and height progress, and like it even means anything you dumbshit. Anyway, there's no way you can compete with my kids, so fuck off.
At six months old all of our children were in the 147th percentile for height and weight. And they give 110% (111%?) in everything they do. Or maybe it's 200% or 201%. I can't remember, but I know that in percentile and effort given they're batting 1.000. It used to be you'd give 100% but that just doesn't cut it anymore. Whatever the max is, my kids give it in everything. They just wouldn't be satisfied with anything less. They're too driven, too ambitious.
With each child our doctor told us he/she had never seen such a well-raised, well-adjusted child and that we're amazing parents to raise them so well and give them such great genes. They said we deserve the Medal of Honor but we don't place a lot of value in that stuff. Just the smiles on the childrens' faces every day is all the reward we need.
There's never a dull moment in our house because all of our kids are way above average intellectually, even though we live in a community where every child is above average. We only live in the best communities that are above average, like Lake Wobegon. All our kids recently tested in the 110th/111th/200th/201st percentile for intellect, with an IQ of at least 110/111/200/201. I can't really remember. We're not into all that stuff because it's superficial. But they all started geometry at age 5 and grasped all concepts immediately. We started our oldest son in Latin at six months old because he was just begging to learn. They just have this great love of learning. No TV or video games for our kids. That stuff is for "other people".
All our kids were reciting epic poetry like Homer's Odyssey, Beowulf, and "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight" before they were potty trained, which was at like 12 months. We weren't that impressed, though because that's a trap that lesser parents fall into a lot. If you act all impressed then they just stop achieving and that might have hindered development of the concerto my youngest daughter is working on. She's six. We just pat them on the back and say "Good job tiger. On to the next achievement."
Our girls are very feminine (but extremely driven even as they love to bake bread in calico dresses) and would easily be high fashion models if they didn't agree with us that such pursuits are shallow. Instead they'll probably be university professors. Or maybe surgeons. Or lawyers for the poor. Or they'll pilot combat aircraft. Or aircraft carriers. At like 17 years old. The world needs strong leadership and they will provide. We're here for you, world.
Our boys are very strong and athletic and masculine. They have the most and best of everything. People say they'll be professional athletes someday, making tens of millions of dollars a year. But that's not important to us. What matters is that when the cheering stops and the stadiums are silent they'll being doing philanthropy for their foundations. We expect each of our boys will be at least 6'6" 235 (before they start their weight training, which my older son, at five years old, is already begging me to do even though he's already the strongest/fastest/smartest/best looking/nicest/most humble/most charming boy in his class. I think he should wait since he's still a growing boy) and able to throw a football like 111 yards. Or maybe it's 200 yards. I can't remember. Anyway, for them to be seven feet tall (but properly proportioned) is not out of the question.
It's amazing that we caught lightning in a bottle with each of our kids. We just shake our heads in amazement every day that it happened. You know, we do the best we can in raising them but you can't substitute for their natural brilliance. They just learn on their own. We're happy about their achievements but we don't place a lot of stock in that. The most important thing is to help people in the South Africa and the Iraq and those Asian countries. And to get people maps in America. We make sure we always do our part. Go Cougars!
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Elijah Beau is in the 100th percentile for Weight
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From now on my comments will only be as long (but still funnier) as your responses. This is only fair, you do not even have a job Dave, I slave away all day at a do nothing job and still put out quality material.
What is the deal with this video? I actually watched it, what a waste of time that was. This kid is huge, and every other person in the video is overweight and or hideous. His Mom looks like someone beat her with a bottle of ugly and it broke open and spilled all over her face. Also, why did she put a huge bow on this kid’s head? Now he will be fat and confused about his manhood. So young and yet doomed to a miserable life. I am sad.
BTW Dave let me refute one of the statements you made about the perfect genetics of your children with a quote from your wife;
“While I am terribly sad that my children have very large, pokey ears, ;) I am glad that they are so sweet (most of the time!) and that they are learning French!"
Good job teaching your children French, everyone knows that is the coolest thing ever. Are you going to buy them mime outfits to wear to the first day of school when they get back to Arizona? I can see them now in their tight black pants and horizontal black and white striped long sleeve shirts with red ascots all topped off with a black beret. It is a good thing they are so smart and talented.
I put the video on there because the caption on it was about how the kid was in the 100th percentile for weight and 97th percentile for height. And he's like four months old. Then the video follows and it's absolute shit and incredibly boring, just like virtually every baby video that these stupid parents think makes their kid look incredible. I get so sick of people talking about how great their god damn kids are, when in reality they're just so ordinary. Like my kids. My kids are cute and I love them and I'd give my life for them in two seconds flat, but as if in the grand scheme of things they really matter, and as if me bragging about them taking a shit is going to make anyone else care.
I mean who fucking cares? All this bragging about height and weight percentiles is just out of control. And when they walk and what words they say and when they get potty trained. It's all just bragging designed to stroke the parents' own ego. Say it enough and you might feel good about yourself. Give me a fucking break.
But as to your other question, that's actually why we moved here: so our kids could learn how to become mimes. Holy cow do mimes kick ass. They're the best, I say. The absolute best.
Lastly, it turns out that in France - if you're a French citizen which we are not - it's free for your children to have plastic surgery on their large pokey ears that stick out too far from their head.
Sadly we'll have to pay for my kids, but it will be money well spent, and I will absolutely be spending the 800 euros it costs to get my monkey ears pinned back. My dad has ears the size of an elephant and I got some of his genes. I'm going to do something about soon, mark my god damn words my friend. Look out world, he I come with small ears. I'll be like a diva unleashed.
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