9 Months

The Bug turned 9 months old a couple of weeks ago. We had her 9 month check up today.

She is off the chart for height! Literally. She measured 30 inches long, which puts her off the chart. The doctor said, "She's going to be a volleyball player!" Apparently he doesn't know about her parents' lack of coordination genes. Ha, ha. But you never know, right? Maybe two negative genes equal one positive and she'll be very coordinated.

Speaking of genes, she might look just like Mitch, but she got my family's tall gene. (I know, I know, I'm short, but apparently I can pass the gene on. My immediate and extended family [on both sides] are very tall.)

Layla weighed in at 16.8 lbs, which puts her in the 15th percentile. Up until now she was always in the 50th percentile for weight. The doctor said it's common for babies to drop down in percentile at her age (she didn't lose weight, just dropped in percentile) and he's not worried about it, so neither am I. The girl eats a lot! Cottage cheese is her favorite thing right now and she can eat a ton of it!

I also asked about her not even attempting to crawl. He said she probably won't, she'll just go straight to cruising and walking and not to worry about it. I love our pediatrician cuz he calms me down.

Just two days ago she started pulling up from sitting to standing using her dresser drawer. Then she pulls all her pants out of the drawer. But I let her because it's good practice for her to stand and cruise. (Even though it drives me nuts when the drawer is unorganized, but I'm learning to let it go.) So, I do think she'll walk and never crawl, and I'm okay with that. After all, she skipped the bottle and went straight to the sippy cup. She's an overachiever like her dad, what can I say? Ha, ha.

We also gave her some Gerber spaghettios with meat chunks and chicken noodle soup. I don't know how, but she managed to separate the meat, swallow everything else, then spit the meat out at the end. What?!? I refuse to let her be a vegetarian (because I want her to have protein and meat is an easy way to get it besides going to some crazy health food store and spending a ton on inconvenient/weird/time consuming food). I told her she must eat meat sparingly. And if she chooses to be a vegetarian after she moves out and cooks her own meals, then she can deal with the annoyances of a vegan diet. But as long as I'm making dinner, she'll eat meat. Sound mean? Maybe, but that's the rule because I said so and I'm the mom. (I've always wanted to say that.)

But I digress. So the second time she had the meals she ate the meat and liked it. Yes! She's a good little eater.

She is still talking up a storm. She is a constant stream of dada's, baba's, lala's, raspberries, flipping her lip with her finger, squeals, and giggles. She's hilarious. She makes me laugh everyday. She is starting to imitate a lot now. If Mitch or I make a sound, she'll try to make the same sound. It's ridiculously cute. She also plays a mean game of peek-a-boo. She does all the work; she covers her face with the blanket, laughs, then pulls the blanket off with a huge smile on her face. It's so so so funny. We sure love her! She is such a fun, little bundle of energy.