Elliot had his six month check up yesterday. He's 50th percentile for weight, 90th for head circumference, and 10-20th for height. While these numbers aren't necessarily indicative of his further development (thankfully, lest he would be a large melon mounted atop a short toothpick), we figure Elliot's going to be a little guy. This would be consistent with his family: his mother, as well as his brothers, are short and skinny.
Other than his measurements, not much else happened. Doctor said he's developing well: good motor skills, good social skills, good vocalization. All is well.
It's odd, you'll never be so happy to hear someone's normal as you will when you hear it as a parent. Honestly, you don't want to hear your baby will be the next Einstein or Michael Jordan; you just want someone to tell you he's normal.
Well, our normal child is tearing up Demaree's "Spiegel" catalogue. We should probably stop him before he starts eating his way through the summer dress section.
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Isn't that funny how it feels as if the checkups are a review of your parenting skills; I've never felt so good as when Bennett's pediatrician called him a "little stud."
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