...for the purpose of chronicling Harley's life I have to do it. He had his 6 month appointment yesterday and here are his stats:
Length: 28"-----> 95%
Weight: 16 lbs 13 oz -----> 25%
Head: 44 cm -----> 75%
So he's still long and lean and apparently growing into his "Stubbs" head. The doctor was a little concerned that's he's weaker than he should be because he doesn't put weight on his legs very often (neither did Hayden and Avery) and his head lags a little when you pull him up to sitting and he doesn't sit at all. He just folds in half. That combined with the fact that he gets constipated so easily and frequently suggests that there might be something wrong with his thyroid. So he has to have his blood drawn. That's right. Drawn. Not just a little heel stick. Full on needle in the arm, several viles later, drawn. I'm completely beside myself about this. I was a total wreck when I had to take him in to get his heel poked when he was 5 days old. (the fact that I was 5 days post-partum may have had something to do with the COMPLETE meltdown I had at the hospital lab) I'm making Tavis go with me. I told him he was either going to have to do it for me or go with because I can't do it alone. I would like to change his diet a little and exercise him more and see where he is at 9 months, but Tavis thinks we should do it now.
So, boo. Other than that, not a whole lot to report. I totally can't get into the spirit of Christmas. Not sure why. Probably because we're more strapped for money this year than we have been in the past. Maybe it's because it hasn't snowed. I hate the snow but it does kind of help bring in the holiday spirit. Yes. I think that's the reason. No snow.