Right on track — slackermama . com

First things first: I nominated my own self for a Blogger’s Choice Award. How tacky can you get, right? I’m all about the white trash, apparently. Blog trash, more like it. Anyhow, vote for me. I’ll be your best friend.

Secondly, Liam had his nine month appointment today. I’m still having a hard time getting over that whole “nine months old” thing. It’s freaking me out. I want him to be a sweet cuddly baby for ever and ever and ever. And this whole “growing up” deal he’s got going is in direct opposition with that. Dang it. The appointment went well. He had to get a Prevnar vaccincation (don’t ask me what it’s vaccinating against because I don’t know off the top of my head and please don’t flame me with, “How could you vaccinate your preshus babee! He’ll get the autism!”) and they wanted to check his blood for iron content to make sure that’s all well and good. Since, apparently, my son doesn’t care to really eat the solid food he’s supposed to and all that. And it’s common for breastfeed babies (or babies fed pumped breastmilk for that matter) to have iron deficiencies. But, no worries. He’s got great iron, apparently. And he’s measuring pretty well, here’s his stats:

Length: 28 inches (50th percentile)
Weight: 20lbs 4oz (50th percentile)
Head Size: 47 cm (75th to 90th percentile)

So, essentially, I have an average sized baby with an enormous head. It’s to hold that monstrous brain of his, I’m sure. I’m not used to having an average sized baby. Harry was gigantic as a baby. His weight was always in the 90th-95th percentile, if not off the charts. His length was always pretty normal or even sub-normal. So he was fat and round. Liam is so much leaner (and meaner in some respects). Of course, other people see him and remark at how big he is or how big he’s gotten (if they saw him back when he was a puny newborn). I just tell them they should have seen his big brother.

Liam is intensely curious. A pretty normal trait in a baby, but Harry was so laid-back that it was never much of an issue. He always wants to be on the move, twisting around, scooting towards, rolling, reaching, grabbing, tasting… He’s going to have me on my toes, I just know it. I’m in huge, huge trouble here. But he’s as adorable as the day is long. His blue eyes sparkle with mischief and his little grin is downright infectious. He’s been clapping, waving and rocking on his hands and knees. He loves his wooden block shapes, he especially loves to gnaw on them. He adores being around other children and will sit and watch. I’m worried he’s taking notes for later on and will be the sort of baby that is hot on the heels of the older kids. Yeah, I’m in BIG trouble.

God, he’s such a blessing. I love that baby.

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