Noah and Zoe both had doctor’s appointments Monday. It was Noah’s 16 month check-up, and Zoe’s 6 month. Neither one of them was thrilled with the shots they had to have (1 for Noah and 4 for Zoe), but otherwise things went well.
Noah is now 33 ¾ inches tall and weighs 31 lbs, 9 oz. That puts him in the 95th percentile for height and the 100th percentile for weight. He is not fat though. He is just a big kid, and he always has been. He’s solid. He has a bit of a belly, but it’s not like he has fat rolls all over the place or anything. I am bothered when people call him “chubby,” “chunky,” etc. I had issues with my weight as a child and as a teenager, and so did Christian. His brother called him “Slim Fast” as a kid, and he is still very sensitive about weight comments. I don’t want Noah to have any of those same issues and I feel like people are setting him up for it. I think he is perfect just as he is.
We switched Noah from formula to whole milk, and now to 2% milk, and he hasn’t had any difficulty with that at all. What has been hard is getting him to give up his bottle. He will only drink water or juice from a sippy cup. He wants his milk in a bottle. It’s difficult because he sees Zoe having a bottle and he wants one too. It’s not like we can just put them all away and take the “out of sight, out of mind” approach. That’s one disadvantage to having them so close in age. Our doctor pointed out that later we will benefit from them being so close though. Because girls usually potty train earlier than boys, he said he would not be surprised if we ended up potty training them at the same time.
I was concerned at the doctor’s appointment because I said that Noah could say 10 words, and that he used 5 of them daily. The doctor said he should be saying 10 to 20 words. I was all worried, but of course he has said 8 more words just in the few days since the appointment. He says Ma Ma, Da Da, dog, woof (“What does a dog say?”), quack (“What does a duck say?”), night night, yeah (as he claps his hands), hi, bye, and Ally (our dog’s name). Since the doctor’s appointment he has said thank you, all done, Papaw (Grandpa), and “There we go.” He also knows sign language for eat, more, and all done.
Noah loves to play outside. He brings his shoes to me and cries for me to put them on so we can go out. He likes his Little Tykes cars and plastic slide. He also loves the water. He likes to play in his baby pool and run through the sprinkler.
Zoe was 25 ½ inches long and 14 lbs, 10 oz. She is in the 50th percentile for height and the 25th for weight. The doctor is not concerned about her weight as long as she gains steadily and maintains the same percentile on the growth charts (she was also 50th and 25th at her 4 month appointment), but he would still like for her to have more formula. We struggle to get 20-22 ounces in her a day, and he wants her to have 24-30. We’re working on it, but I don’t know if we’ll ever get there. She has had a few solids, but the doctor does not want her to have solids at the expense of the formula, so we’re not pushing the baby food. It took her a while to figure out how to eat solids, but she’s got the hang of it now, and she’s had carrots, squash, and applesauce.
At 6 months, Zoe is mostly in 3-6 month clothes. She’s in 6-9 month footed pajamas because she is long, but she is pretty skinny. I can pull some of her 3-6 month pants and shorts off of her without even unbuttoning them. She finally has a little bit of chub on her thighs though, which makes us very happy. Her legs were so skinny when we brought her home that they weren’t proportional with the rest of her body. Honestly, we thought they looked underdeveloped and were afraid something might be wrong. I’m glad to say now that her legs are very strong. She’s not crawling yet, but she is scooting backwards. She can also stand when holding on to something. She rolls over and she can sit on her own (although she’s still a little wobbly).
She is such a happy, good-natured baby. She really only cries when she’s hungry or tired. She makes wonderful babbling sounds and she loves to blow raspberries. She has a beautiful smile. She’s really strong too – She is ruthless if she manages to grab a handful of your hair or pinches your skin. We clip toys to the handle of her carseat and she quickly pulls them down with no problem at all. She’s much more interested in toys (touching them, banging them on the table, putting them in her mouth) than I remember Noah being at the same age. She’s very tactile. She likes feeling different textures and she snuggles with a stuffed animal when she goes to sleep.
I knew it before, but writing it all out in this blog entry just proves the point. My children are perfect!