I took Jenna in for her 9 month well visit, although she will be 10 months on Saturday. Due to the great flood at our house and a completely forgotten appointment last week, which I can explain...because of the flood, I misplaced my calendar, aka my best friend, and the appointment never was written on it or hung back on my fridge to remind me...so there you go.
Anyway, I took Cutie Pie in, she weighs 17 lbs. and is 27 in. long. She has grown 2 in. and gained less than 2 lbs. in 3 months and is in the 10th percentile for height and weight. I've NEVER had one of my babies be anywhere near that number, unless it was the 110th percentile. As soon as the nurse told me what she weighed I knew she hadn't gained much.I am not really upset about her growth, the doctor wasn't very concerned, but I'm certainly not all happy, happy about her being so small anymore.
The moment we walked in the door from the doctor, I heated a jar of baby food and down it went, along with a couple rounds of "Itsy Bitsy Spider".
So that's where we are, trying to put on the weight for Jenna and take it off of me. She certainly has her
daddy's great genetics on that one, thankfully not mine.
Jenna loved looking at herself in the mirror. She recently started mimicking us and the sounds we make. She roars like a lion, chirps like a bird, will sometimes copy "bye-bye" or "da-da". She's such a joy and keeps me smiling, all of us smiling. Bethany adores her and mothers her all the time.
I can't believe she will be a year old in a couple months, it just seems too soon. I've been savoring every moment because I knew how fast it would go by, here I am wishing I could start it over again. Well, you know most of it!