Confirmation

Max isn’t crawling yet. He can get up on his hands and knees, but there is no forward motion. For a while I’ve suspected that his noggin is part of the problem, as in it is so large that he has trouble holding it up. I mean really, the boy has a big head. And I feel OK saying that because I’ve always had a bit of a big head too. Physically, I mean. Ahem.

Anyway, Jim took the little man to his 9 month appointment yesterday. I wanted to accompany them, but thanks to the fact that I had to schedule two other doctor’s appointments this week (taking Max for his second flu shot earlier today and an ortho appointment for me tomorrow to determine if I’ll need to have surgery on my #*$&%’ing ankle) I had to stay at work. But I digress . . .

The doctor didn’t seemed concerned that Max isn’t crawling yet because he’s rolling everywhere and otherwise seems developmentally on track. The most interesting part of the appointment had to do with his measurements. They were as follows:

Weight: 42nd percentile
Height: 41st percentile
Head Circumference: 66th percentile

The results cracked me up because everyone is always saying what a “big boy” Max is, and weight-wise it turns out that he’s actually a bit below average. It’s his HEAD that’s throwing everyone off. I think the grand circumference coupled with his glorious mane makes him look quite a bit bigger/older than he really is.

I’m perfectly happy waiting for Max’s upper body strength to catch up with his impressive melon. It allows us to delay the inevitable baby-proofing, and at the moment he’s delightfully easy to manage. Of course, if he’s not crawling by Christmas I’m sure I’ll be a worrying fool. It’s my big-headed, painfully analytical, ridiculously predictable nature.

Yes!

It’s such an odd feeling to have an election night go my way . . . I had almost forgotten how delightful it can be. Not only did Obama crush McCain—Colorado went blue! And to top it off, voters here defeated a ridiculous “personhood” amendment that would have declared all fertilized eggs as “persons”. So now women won’t have to worry about nonsense like getting a court order to resolve an ectopic pregnancy, and I won’t have to worry about the potential effect such an amendment might have on medical treatment for infertility. Of course, I’m sure there are some pregnant women who are upset they won’t be able to ride in the carpool lanes. Ha!

I predict I will be grinning ear to ear for weeks.