Since blogger killed a number of posts last week and didn't bring all of them back, I'm throwing this one back up!
Sam hit 9 months last week.
Which of course called for a big fat sticker on his shirt and a quick photo session.
And that was tricky.
The boy won't.
Yes, that's a fabulous thing. It makes taking pictures a little harder, but it's a fabulous thing.
He is still a featherweight, weighing in at just a smidge over 16lbs. The whopping second percentile on the charts. But hey-he is ON the charts! Our goal was to hit 16lbs, so I'm thrilled!
His head continues to grow and has now reached 49cm, which puts him right at 100% on those lovely charts. "It's like an orange on a toothpick!" Nice that those references are still amusing, I wondered last year if they would bother me. Nah, gotta roll with it, right? It just give me lots of surface area on which to plant kisses!
Otherwise he is doing fabulously, developmentally still blowing everyone away. He is regressing a little with sitting, but the dr thinks that is likely due to weakness stemming from the fact that he is seriously anemic. We even poked both toes to see if the first blood sample was a fluke. As is evidenced by the double bandage look:
Couple that of course with the sheer size of that noggin in relation to the rest of his body. He is trying to hard to get up on his hands and knees to crawl, but still can't hold his head up when he's up there. Our dr feels confident that as the anemia is corrected (hopefully quickly) that he will gain enough strength to really amaze everyone. Sounds good to me.
Back in a month for another check on everything, but for now the plan is to push the next MRI off until July.
Love. this. boy.
And I think he loves me too-especially because I finally made a new seat cover for his high chair.
Ok, not very manly, but a little more so than the pink flowery number.