Well I went to the doctor again (didn't I just go there?) and got all measured and weighed. I now weigh 22.9 pounds (80th percentile). Mama and Dada kept saying the scale must be broken 'cause I feel MUCH heavier than that! My head circumference is 47 cm (90th percentile) and my length is...drumroll please.......32.4 inches which is in the 120th percentile!!!! The nurse measured me twice because she thought she did it wrong and the doctor seemed incredulous when she saw the number. My Mama and Dada didn't seem to be that surprised, I guess the fact that I am wearing 18 month clothes makes it a given. I also got a shot (grrrr) and had my hemocrit levels checked (I'm good!). I didn't cry at all but I made sure to give the nurse my best scowl and dirty-look to express my displeasure with the whole thing.
I am growing at a rapid pace: I am sitting up now on my own, I hardly fall over which is good. I can clap like nobody's business, I am babbling away, and I now have 4 teeth on top to add to my 2 on the bottom. And much to my parents frustration, I can crawl and get into LOTS of things. I got a hold of the cat food the other day, "crunch crunch", it tasted fine. I don't know why Mama was freaking out? Oh and I discovered the hilarity of apples: Dada was eating a nice crunchy apple the other night and I just thought that when he took a bite it was the funniest thing I had ever seen. I was belly-laughing over that!
