Nine Month Stats

Not an especially exciting post other than I can say "I have new neighbors!" These neighbors came complete with a 6 month old girl. I bet that girl heard about me and told her Mommy she wanted to live across the street.

We played at the park today and I got to see some of my baby friends and then
I went to see Dr. Canales for her to look me over and once again announce my perfection to the world. After almost an hour of waiting I was starting to think we weren't going to see her after all. At least not today. Then they called my name. I felt like I'd won a raffle. Not that that has ever happened to me, but I imagine that's the level of excitement I would feel if I DID when a raffle. Pretty stoked but not overly excited. Not wet your diaper excited. Maybe I'd pee a little if it was a big raffle.

Sorry. So eventually we made it into "the back" for the good part. I am officially 15 pounds 12 ounces (0 percentile - dang!), 28 inches long (38%), with a 39 percentile head. Dr. C says if we can bottle my metabolism Momma would get rich. Momma says she's going to try to suck my metabolism from my fingers cuz she wants it for herself. I don't know what all this metabolism talk is, but I know I am sleeping on my hands tonight.

At the end the friendly nurse surprised me with a shot. We (Momma and I) were counting on no shots today. We were wrong.

ALSO, I CAN CRAWL! Everyone says I did it backwards because I pulled up, then crawled on my hands and knees, and then scooted. Either way you do it, it rocks! For the non-facebook users.... Saturday night at our friends' house I crawled to the coffee table, stood up, poured out a glass of wine, and waved the wineglass around over my head. Hehe, THAT got everyone's attention focused back on me. The pizza was stealing my show.

Buckbuckbuck... Buckaaaah!

I interrupt the current train of thought detailing my spring break to update you on the fowl that has run a muck through my life. I have no idea if buckbuckbuck is the correct spelling of a chicken noise, but imagine that it is. I googled (and yes there were answers) and nothing "sounded" right so I made up my own. Well, to be honest I have never heard a chicken before so Momma had to help. I have gotten distracted...

Wednesday morning I awoke same as every morning only to have Momma and Daddy start inspecting my head. Apparently there were bumps on it. Three. Right on my pulsing fontanel. Original thoughts that these were caused by the raspberries I had for an afternoon snack the day before were quickly forgotten as I sprouted more and more spots throughout the day. By lunchtime Momma had called the doctor (who called back 5 hours later- but we still love her). We took an afternoon trip to visit the doc Thursday afternoon to confirm that the pox had invaded and taken over my wee little body. Now that "every" child is vaccinated at 12 months and again at 4 years for the chicken pox, it's spread among the youth is no longer desired. Just to drive home the point on what a fluke this is, the doc said in 7 years she has only seen 5 cases AND babies rarely get it. Just tryin' to be unique any way I can. Due to the above info I have been quarantined to the house for a WEEK.

Aside from the occasional itchy bouts (attempts to scratch my back on the floor, think Baloo the bear, lead to little relief) and sporadic 103+ fevers things haven't been to bad. Thank you Motrin and Benadryl. On the bright side, I have quite enjoyed the days of nudity including hours of diaper freedom to reduce irritation. I even pooped in the toilet once. On the even brighter side, Momma came home with a "sorry you have the chicken pox" present this afternoon. Here's to hoping my NEW POOL complete with multi-colored shade umbrella gets us through the remaining five days of quarantine. Lastly, I don't have to get vaccinated now so 2 less shots :)

A side-note:
Thank you plastic pool maker for bringing to my attention that it is not safe to dive into this pool. I am sure you have saved many lives. Especially the lives of those well known humans who cannot resist the urge to dive into every body of water they encounter be it a lake, a river, a large puddle, or dare I even say it... a baby pool.

(I apologize about the photo repeat to fb users)

"What do you mean I have spots?"

"Oooh, Momma. These spots?"

Sweet new backyard set-up. Marco Polo anyone?

Fill 'er up!