Jacob's "9-month" appointment
Continuing in our belated-appointment tradition, today was Jacob's 9-month check-up. He continues to be Mr. Fatty Fat Fat, but I am disappointed to report that he is no longer a chart-buster. He weighs in at 22 lbs 13 oz (80th percentile); he's 29-3/4" tall (at the 90th percentile); and his constantly bruised-up knot is 18-1/8" around (85th percentile).
Though obviously he is growing, that he dropped in percentiles in both height and weight makes me feel terrible. Feeding time is exceedingly difficult for both he and his big brother. Hardly ever do either of them wish to eat what I make for them. Jacob almost always now refuses to eat his jar food, which means that his vegetable intake is seriously lacking. He won't eat cheese, and he'll only eat a few spoonfuls of yogurt before he changes his mind. Basically the only food I can guarantee he'll eat is a whole apple, which, if I take a bite out of it to start him off, he will gnaw at for 20 minutes. I know it seems I blog about this at least once a month, but I really wish it felt like I could feed them more than scrambled eggs, Eggos, and grilled cheese. Sigh.
This food-madness is entirely invented by me, however, as the doctor could care less about his eating problems. She says he's as healthy as a horse, and that his "drop" was nothing to be concerned about because he looks great and is still growing and proportional.
Then came the comical portion of the doctor's visit, the one where she asked if he was crawling yet. I replied that he was standing. "Oh, he's pulling himself up to stand?" Um, no.
While Jacob has been letting go of furniture while standing for about a month, he now has a fun trick where you can pick him up and set him down on his feet within arms' reach of an interesting prop (like the black lamppost in the bush in the picture), and he'll stand by himself for up to a minute and a half before oh-so-casually reaching out to grab said prop. Not that he demonstrated for Dr. M, but she was duly impressed. "And is he cruising yet?" she further inquired. I told her one of Jacob's favorite pasttimes is doing laps around the coffee table. Seriously, over and over. You would think it would get boring. Perhaps he has a future as a track star, or NASCAR driver. Anyway, Dada and I are convinced that Jacob will learn to walk while we're home for the holidays, if only because it seems to be his m.o. to accomplish some major developmental milestone in front of his grandparents.
When everything checked out and Jacob got a flu booster shot (his only shot of the day), we made an appointment for his next visit -- at ONE YEAR. What?? Where did that whole year of our lives go? Is his cuteness so powerful that it can warp time?
Though obviously he is growing, that he dropped in percentiles in both height and weight makes me feel terrible. Feeding time is exceedingly difficult for both he and his big brother. Hardly ever do either of them wish to eat what I make for them. Jacob almost always now refuses to eat his jar food, which means that his vegetable intake is seriously lacking. He won't eat cheese, and he'll only eat a few spoonfuls of yogurt before he changes his mind. Basically the only food I can guarantee he'll eat is a whole apple, which, if I take a bite out of it to start him off, he will gnaw at for 20 minutes. I know it seems I blog about this at least once a month, but I really wish it felt like I could feed them more than scrambled eggs, Eggos, and grilled cheese. Sigh.
This food-madness is entirely invented by me, however, as the doctor could care less about his eating problems. She says he's as healthy as a horse, and that his "drop" was nothing to be concerned about because he looks great and is still growing and proportional.
Then came the comical portion of the doctor's visit, the one where she asked if he was crawling yet. I replied that he was standing. "Oh, he's pulling himself up to stand?" Um, no.
While Jacob has been letting go of furniture while standing for about a month, he now has a fun trick where you can pick him up and set him down on his feet within arms' reach of an interesting prop (like the black lamppost in the bush in the picture), and he'll stand by himself for up to a minute and a half before oh-so-casually reaching out to grab said prop. Not that he demonstrated for Dr. M, but she was duly impressed. "And is he cruising yet?" she further inquired. I told her one of Jacob's favorite pasttimes is doing laps around the coffee table. Seriously, over and over. You would think it would get boring. Perhaps he has a future as a track star, or NASCAR driver. Anyway, Dada and I are convinced that Jacob will learn to walk while we're home for the holidays, if only because it seems to be his m.o. to accomplish some major developmental milestone in front of his grandparents.
When everything checked out and Jacob got a flu booster shot (his only shot of the day), we made an appointment for his next visit -- at ONE YEAR. What?? Where did that whole year of our lives go? Is his cuteness so powerful that it can warp time?
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