We make ’em lean and mean

Yesterday was Baby Boy’s nine month check-up. Of course, we were late because the Munchkin insisted on taking her sunglasses to Grandma’s house (my mother watched her while I took Baby Boy to his appointment), and traffic was still lousy, even after rush hour. Fortunately, with two kids in the backseat, I am a carpool.

Baby Boy’s nine month stats are as follows:
Height: 29 1/4 inches (70th percentile)
Weight: 18 pounds, 7 ounces (15th percentile)
Head: 55th percentile
Two shots, one Bugs Bunny band-aid

Our pediatrician was pleased with him for several reasons. First, the boy’s head is nicely rounded, and the doctor identified him as a tummy sleeper. Second, his gross motor skills. He got to see him crawling, sitting, pulling up and standing alone. Baby Boy even did a slight pivot-and-lunge move that made the doctor shake his head. “He’s just going to take a step someday soon doing that,” he warned me. I sighed. “I know.”

And third, Baby Boy’s lack of stranger anxiety. While he does prefer Mommy to any other person (normal), he’s not a fearful kid. His sunny, easygoing personality really came through as he smiled at our doctor, and then crawled over to him and pulled up on his knee. That really surprised – and pleased – the doctor. “He just looks you right in the eye and isn’t afraid!” he marveled.

So, the boy gets a clean bill of health, and I made his next appointment for two days after his first birthday (*sob*). How did he get this big so fast??

When the Webmaster learned of his weight, a small expression of concern passed over his face. “Is he underweight?” he asked.

“Nope. They would have said something if they thought that, hon. I mean, he clearly doesn’t look starved,” I said, kissing a chubby cheek. “It just means that this boy is all muscle. He pulls up on furniture, cruises, and stands alone, for crying out loud! He’s just active and doesn’t have much baby fat, if any.”

The Webmaster grinned. “All that and he has an adorable little bottom, too.”

At this point, the Munchkin streaked past the nursery door. Her hair was still wet and uncombed after her bath. She is one well put-together kid, too, with cute rounded features, but no extra fat to spare. She burns off calories like mad. No wonder she loves high-carb foods like bread and pasta.

So, he’s the lean, and she’s the mean. And they’re both healthy and pretty darn cute. We’re incredibly blessed.

This entry was posted on Friday, May 19th, 2006 at 12:05 am and is filed under Children.
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