Paxton had his six-month well check today. It feels like it's been so long since he's seen the pediatrician. I think it was three months ago, but he's made so many changes since that time that he seems like a new person almost. I had a huge list of questions for the doctor that I've been accumulating over the last several weeks. I remembered to ask all but one--am I supposed to be brushing Paxton's tiny new teeth? Any offerings of advice?
Anyway, Paxton is six-and-a-half months and he's 20 lbs and 4 ounces. That puts him in the 80-85th percentile for weight. And he's 27-1/2 inches tall, which puts him in the 75th percentile for height. The doctor said he's right on track for his expected adult size (somewhere around 6 feet, apparently).
I have been feeding Paxton solids every evening, mainly just because that's the only time I have most days, but I am to start feeding him solids for lunch and dinner now. And we're going to work in some oats and prunes over the next two weeks, because he's been really constipated. Poor little guy pooped a clay golf ball this morning. Nice image, right? He was in such pain trying to push it out. I kissed him and told him that we've all been there. It's no fun whatsoever.
The doctor was surprised to hear that Paxton already drinks from a sippy cup. He also drinks from an adult cup. He's not great at either, but he loves it. He's determined to 'do it himself'. He's thisclose to moving out and leaving me. Damn the clock.
I sure do love my baby boy.
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