My baby’s got metrics

At some point over the last two years, I’ve noticed that in the business world, the word ‘statistics’ is steadily being replaced by ‘metrics’. I don’t like the word ‘metrics’. To me, it sounds pretentious.

Lately, however, I’ve noted that the word has worked its way into my vocabulary. First it popped out at a staff meeting. As soon as I said it, my internal monologue went into alarm mode: Metrics? Who do you think you are dropping that word, fancy boy? Unfortunately, the word continues to claim its space in my lexicon, slowly pushing out poor old ‘statistics’.

Anyway, enough blather. My baby’s got metrics!

• At her two-year check-up, Reilly weighed 25lbs, 3oz, which put her in the 29th percentile for weight.
• She was 33½in tall, which put her in the 37th percentile for height.

She remains thinner than she is tall, and though they didn’t measure her head this time, she is still a bit top-heavy, owing to her big brain and all. Of course, all these metrics just confirm what we already know. We didn’t need a doctor’s visit to realize that our little baby is growing to be more and more like a girl every day.