9 month check-up

The adorableness that I get to wake up to every morning - I am one lucky Mommy. :)

About 3/4 of the mornings, Dyl comes to bed with me and nurses and snoozes for a little bit before she's truly awake. We managed to sneak in a much needed extra hour of sleep this morning, thank goodness. She was up from 3:45-5:00 am last night ---> YAWN!

Grandma went with us to the pediatricians today for Dylan's 9 month check-up. Here's a picture of Dyl sharing her O-ball with Grandma in the waiting room. Dyl says: "It's fun to chew on, Grandma. Try it!" ;)

Dyl's check-up today went pretty well. She is now 30 inches long, which puts her in the 95th percentile  for height! Who would've ever dreamed I'd have a tall baby?!? She must be going to take after her Aunts Melissa & Arielle. :) She weighed in at 20 pounds 8 ounces (with diaper and little summer outfit), placing her in the 50th-75th percentile for weight. And while I didn't catch the exact number for her head size, it measured in the 60th percentile... for 3 year olds. Yes, you read that correctly, her head is the same size as that of the average 3 year old. I guess it was destined to be, with two large-headed parents, as well as large headed grandpa, aunt, uncle, and cousin! The obnoxious part about it is that though it is very likely benign familial megalencephaly, we still have to go to Children's to rule out the possibility of hydrocephalus. :( We'll take along pictures of all the big-headed babies in our family, and hopefully convince them that testing isn't necessary. But if they're not as easily convinced as they were when my sister was born and my parents went through the same thing, Dyl will have to have a head ultrasound or CT scan. Here's hoping the pictures convince them, or if not, that we can just do a quick head ultrasound since she still has an open soft spot.

Other than that, she's doing well. She isn't into textured food yet, but the doctor said that the taste for textures seems to come with the arrival of teeth, and since Dylan doesn't have any teeth yet she wasn't too surprised by her preference for pureed. It does seem like we're working on cutting a tooth though, but progress is slow and painful, literally.

Dyl, Chadmo, the dogs and I just got back from a lovely evening stroll up the oil lane. Dyl was happy as a clam in her backpack, jabbering away and telling me all about how this is what she does with Daddy while I'm walking in town with the girls (or Grandpoppy these days!) It cooled off a little bit this evening, thank goodness, so our walk was much more bearable than last nights. But we're still pretty sticky, so we're off to bath time! Rub a dub dub! :)