3.28.2009

Found a Peanut

LM had her nine month checkup yesterday. How I gave birth to a giant (BigM) and a midget (LM) who come from exactly the same gene pool, I'll never know.

I'm not used to this teeny stuff. Sure, BigM is always in the 50% for weight, but she's never been less than 90% for height and she's holding at a firm 97%. LM is only 50% for height.

I swear I feed the child, but she started at the 47% for weight, dropped to 35% at six months and yesterday, weighing in at a measley 16 lbs, 8 oz, she's in the 15% for weight. She's decided that she's too grown up for purees and will push my hand away if I go towards her mouth with a spoon. So I've been steaming her food and instead of getting out the food processor, I've just been dicing everything and she feeds herself these days. (Before you mommies of other 9 month olds out there think this is a good idea, if your child is not able to pincher grasp and/or crawl, I wouldn't recommend letting them start pick up foods.) Probably 80% of the food ends up in her seat or on the floor, not her mouth. And the nurse reminded me that she probably burns up all her energy crawling after BigM.

So here's the official stats- Height 27 1/2", Weight 16 lbs, 8 oz

And when LM got her shot, she didn't shed a single tear or even make a noise, she just looked up at me as if to say, "What was that all about, Mom?" and went back to sucking on her pacifier. Darn it, I forgot to ask him when to take away the pacifier. My vote: now. Her vote: I can't, no, WON'T sleep without it.

Other highlights from our visit:
The doctor recommended we get a dog.

1 comment:

T Mc Q said...

Oh my goodness, Talia has passed LM in weight! She weighs 19lbs and has a giant, giant belly, but I guess when you're only 25 inches tall and eat everything in sight, all the chub has to settle somewhere.

I expect she'll be slowing down with the weight gain now as well. She also wants to feed herself, so we are off the purees, too. I let her feed herself while we eat, and so far have been able to shovel in whatever is left on her tray with a spoon once I'm done eating. But during the last few days, Talia either has to a) grab the spoon as it's going in her mouth, or much more likely b) pick up the food on the spoon and feed herself. And by feed herself, I mean bring fistfulls of food to her mouth, get one piece in, and have the rest rain down into her chair or into the dogs' waiting mouths.

(And your doctor is crazy if he thinks you should get a dog. At least he didn't tell you to get 2.)