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Yesterday, Henry had his two-month check-up, and I am proud to announce that he finally passed his hearing test!

When Henry was born, we snuck out of the hospital without getting the requisite hearing screen from the audiology staff and have been paying the karmic price ever since. I have lugged Henry up to the Otolaryngology offices to sit and wait for our turn in the soundproof room no less than four times in his short little life. Henry had always passed in his right ear, but his left always refused to play along and assure us of his ability to hear. I had no suspicions that his hearing was in anyway defunct, especially with his latest sensitivity to slamming doors and noisy Adelaides, but still, we needed a pass for the record-book. Yesterday, the audiologist - who didn't speak above a whisper in my presence, but jokingly said that she spent most of her day shouting - wanted to try a new screening method, and so attached all kinds of electrodes to Henry's head and gently placed cute baby-sized earphones over his ears. After some minor technical difficulties with the fancy equipment, Henry lay there and almost immediately passed his test while the audiologist and I discussed the wolf at the hospital's door in hushed tones.

In other news, Henry weighed in at 10 pounds, 9 ounces, stretched out at 23 inches, and if you're thinking of buying him a hat, make sure it's at least 40 inches in diameter.