Six Month Check-In

No pictures yet, because he’s not officially six months until Monday. But we had the doctor visit last week, and it’s Saturday so if you’re reading this you’re bored anyway.

• 16 pounds, 14 ounces (50th percentile)
• 28-inches long (95th percentile)

So I’m thinking of abandoning the nickname, “Meatball.” He’s long and skinny. Not really living up to it. Now taking suggestions for cute new nicknames in the comments.

I think the nurse who prepped us this time was new. Poor girl didn’t seem to have much of an idea about what she was doing.

First they tried the vision test. Sit on mom’s lap and watch some bright shapes on a computer screen. Easy enough. What’s that?  You want to stick three electrodes to a six month old baby’s head? Riiight.

The-Baby-Formerly-Known-As-Meatball was actually pretty good about it for the first five to ten minutes. But the electrode things wouldn’t stick. I really wanted to take a picture, but didn’t get the chance because I was quickly recruited to hold them in place.

By the time the nurse was satisfied and tried to start the video, he was over it. He was looking at pretty much everything but the computer screen. And who can blame him? He’d just watched it do the same thing over and over for five to ten minutes. His eyes are fine. So is his attention span.

So he kept looking at the walls (Suggestion – If this is the closet where you want babies to look at one thing, don’t paint bright stuff all over the walls.), and the nurse, and me. And she kept waving a rattle in front of the computer screen and cooing, “Samuel! Over here!” … So of course I then had to explain that he doesn’t know that’s his name because we use his middle name blah blah.

Another nurse (whom we have seen several times before and is definitely not new) finally stuck her head in to see what was taking so long, told her to just enter it as incomplete so we could do it again at nine months, and freed us from The Closet Of Weirdness.

But besides that, he’s grand. The NP kept using the word, “Delightful” again, as he babbled and smiled and giggled at her. She was surprised how strong he is when she tried to pull him up to a sitting position and he popped right up to his feet, and when she tried to put him on his stomach but it never touched the table.

My favorite part was when she asked if he’s showing any sign of teething.

“He has two teeth …”

That’s a good sign.

So in place of all the other pictures that are not part of this post, here’s a flashback from the hospital: