9 Months Stats

Today was Whit's 9 month wellness checkup. As for his stats, he was measured at 27 inches tall (11.59%), weighed in at 20.2 pounds (43.28%), and his head was 47 centimeter (90.50%).

I wasn't paying much attention during the stats taking and I just assumed everything was on track. I have noticed with Whitaker I am far less - more like, NOT even - concerned about his growth or measurements. He looks healthy and seems healthy. Call it more relaxed parenting. At the end of each appointment the doctor's office gives you a sheet with all your kids stats for the visit. Hence that I know his weight is in the 43 POINT 28 percentile. Call me crazy, but I am not crazy enough to write it or calculate it to that decimal point. So at the end of this appointment I took the sheet and headed towards the elevator. I looked at the sheet while pushing the bottom and noticed that Whit had slipped from the 98 percentile in height to the 11 POINT 59 percentile. Strange I thought but again thought not too much of it. Again, he is healthy and I assumed he had grown. Also, Ashley, Dr. Sheridan's nurse, was not there today and a nurse who had never worked in pediatrics was filling in. I just assumed she messed up.

Later in the day, I decide to check this month's stats against his 6 months stats. Needless to say I was a little shocked when I realized Whitaker shrunk an inch! I knew that was not the case and again just chalked it up to the nurse. I called the doctor just to ensure this wouldn't mess his chart up for future. My doctor apologized for not catching it and the nurse said I could bring him back in. I decided it wasn't worth the trouble. Even more relaxed parenting.

I think the only stat we can be certain of this month is the weight. Again, he is a big boy but looks like his weight gain has slowed down. My back is saying thank goodness!

Every Thursday for a Year (Week 39)

Oops, looks like I forgot to take a picture of Whitaker on Thursday. One of the photos from Wednesday will have to count.

Who is the Queen?

A little sun, a crown, and some silly times this afternoon.

Rolly Polly

I just downloaded a bunch of videos from my phone. Here is one of my favorites.

Every Thursday for a Year (Week 38)

Comfy Pants

Pearson used to joke when we both worked that he thought it strange that I, and sometimes him, would come home and slip into "comfy" clothes. I remember him saying, "Look at you, it is 5:30 and you are already for bed." What can I say? There is something pretty great about pants that are elastic in the middle, soft to the touch, let you move with ease, and don't cause one moment of fret about them being or getting wrinkled/stained/dirty. Over the years, Pearson has slowly developed the habit of slipping into his comfy clothes when he gets home from work. In fact, he calls them his fat man pants.

Fast forward to today.

After changing Mae's diaper (another post on potty training or lack thereof for a another day) for nap, I asked:

Me: Mae, do you want to put back on your pants for nap or sleep with no pants.

Mae: I would like my comfy pants. [Please note, she has stop referring to herself in the third person].

Me: (Convincingly hold up jeans she was wearing): These are comfy.

Mae: No they are not comfy.

Me: (Hold up a pink pair of pants) How about these they are comfortable.

Mae: I want the other comfy pants [a pair of blue fleece pants].

Me: Here they are. I guess they are clean.

Yep, she is our daughter.

Happy Valentine's Day

Caption to photo could read. Happy Valentine's Day! Hope your day isn't boring or brings you to tears. This photo was my third separate attempt at getting the kids together for a Valentine's picture to use for Valentine's Day cards. As you can tell a pretty big fail on my part. Whit is normally an easily photogenic subject. Mae has become less willing to get her photo taken (as seen in the photo above).

Last year, I was really, really, really into Valentine's Day. I had a party for Mae and all her friends, complete with cookie decorating and Valentine's making stations. This year not so much. I think I might have outdone myself at Christmas or maybe, I am just not feeling the love this year. Whatever the reason, here is to a very Happy Valentine's Day. What is on the romantic evening for Pearson and I? Take out and painting our living room/dining room/kitchen. Nothing says romance like household improvement projects.

Hiatus

I haven't really meant to take a hiatus from writing on the blog (other than posting an "Every Thursday" photo). It just sort of happened (unintentionally). I have thought about writing A LOT but I just can't seem to get on the computer at night/motivated to make it happen. My unexpected hiatus doesn't mean that life has stopped. In fact many, many things have happened -- BIG, once and a lifetime things have been happening. In short, here are some of our milestones:

Whitaker is officially a mover and shaker - he crawls and pulls himself up. He has gotten his bottom two teeth, is already 8 months old and continues to be the happiest baby.

As for Mae, she is no longer a toddler and has become quite the little girl. I don't know how it happened but it seemed to overnight. She is sleeping in a big girl bed. Everyday, she says something that cracks me up and leaves me shaking my head saying "where does she get this stuff."

Together, the two of them are a bundle of cuteness and constant source of smiles, laughs, and pure exhaustion for Pearson and I.

Every Thursday for a Year (Week 37)

Every Thursday for a Year (Week 36)