Saturday, October 14, 2006
Max had his twelve-month check-up on Tuesday, and he is (surprise) still perfect. He now weighs in at twenty three pounds, two ounces, bringing him up to the forty ninth percentile for his age. He is thirty two and three quarters inches tall, (ninety-eighth percentile), and his sizable noggin is still sizable (fifty centimeters around and off the charts percentile-wise). Not bad for a scrawny little urchin who weighed in at five pounds not so very long ago! Max is doing everything he is supposed to be doing as far as language development, social skills, and gross motor skills, and his lurking and hoarding skills are far above average for his age, as you can see from this photo. Max did not enjoy any part of the doctor's appointment, and said so frequently and loudly. He seemed to find getting weighed particularly offensive, and retaliated by peeing on the scale, the nurse, the wall behind the scale, and the sticker the nurse offered him as a bribe. He is also above average on the vengeance peeing scale. Way above average.
Posted by Chelsa at 3:00 PM