I finally got around to scheduling Thomas's six month checkup, just a few weeks too late. I'm very much a schedule-on-the-date-or-forget-it-forever kind of mom, which is why the children have spent a birthday or two at the doctor's office. (Not that they mind, however. You know how these kids are.)
Thomas checked in at a very average 16 pounds, 12 ounces, which puts him at the bottom of the FDR baby pack. Lucy was a solid 17 pounds and Peter was 16 pounds, 13 ounces, and Thomas had two extra weeks on these guys.
This whole weight business, while fun for stats and comparison, is really so ridiculous since the measurement error is gigantic and the distribution of weight around the mean so narrow. Plus, couldn't I have nursed Thomas just before his weight check and bumped him up to 17 pounds easily?
The bottom line is that he's healthy and happy and plump, but not too plump.
Our doctor didn't seem too concerned that we'd not started feeding Thomas solids, but I did truthfully answer "yes" to "does the baby self-feed?" on the well-baby questionnaire. When asked, I noted that "he doesn't feed himself food, but he stuffs anything he can in his mouth, so if he did have food, he'd probably be able to feed himself."
Which sort of suggests perhaps he is ready for solids.
(See? Happy!)
Thanks to Grammy, Thomas and I were able to go to the doctor as a solo morning date. I'm told the children were fun-loving and well behaved while I was gone, but I know they were somewhat insane after Grammy left.
And those two children running the mean streets of downtown Swarthmore, giggling over every worm on the sidwalk, not a mother in sight? Those would be mine, moments after they staged a break-out of the library while I put away a few books.
After we came home, we talked a bit about not running away and also about how they'd left the children's section of the library in shambles. "Who will clean it up?" I asked them. Lucy right away realized it would be Miss Kristin's job to clean it up, and Peter felt badly about it. He suggested we write her an apology note, which we did. We dropped them off at the library yesterday, and while Lucy was willing to go in and make a face-to-face apology ("sorry I made the library messy"), Peter waited outside for us to return. Perhaps he was waiting for a decision on the question he posed in his note: "can we come back?" Yes, Peter, you can come back.
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