Today, I had my nine-month visit with the doctor. I weighed in at 22lb, 2oz. Still big! And I am 30 inches tall. Oh woooow. (That is my favorite thing to say.)
I am the healthiest baby in the world. The doctor says keep up whatever I am doing (meaning no hurry or no pressure to start on solid foods). About the solids . . . my parents have made two efforts at solid foods and I swatted them away both times before they could get the food close to my mouth. At Ikea yesterday, I got some fancy new baby spoons though for whenever I do eat. I also picked out a plush bunny at the store. I can pick out my own toys now.
I had a blood test today and it took FOUR adults to hold me still because I am so freakishly strong. They couldn't find the veins in my arms because I am so chubby so they had to do a heel prick (or whatever they call it). And then they squeezed blood from me drop by drop by drop. Oh the agony.
And then I went home and slept all afternoon. I snore sometimes.
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