Lucas turned 9 months old on Tuesday and went in for his check up. After starting life at a squarely average 50th percentile for weight, he has gradually decreased, to 25th, then 15th at 6 months, and only 5th percentile at 7 months. Well, he is now off the chart completely. Zero percentile. He is not comparable in size to even one percent of other 9-month-olds. He is my little peanut.
He did finally start to get a tooth on Monday, just in time to beat the 9-month deadline Josh met. Of course, we still cannot actually see a tooth, even now at the end of the week, but I can definitely feel a cutting edge in there, so it's coming.
John is using our camera in his 7th grade classroom, and the computer gave a warning sign when I tried to upload video, so I am without any kind of photographic representation to give you at this time. Will be forthcoming when I am able! I have some cute footage of Lucas I want to post.
Until then, if anyone has any connections in Major League Baseball, get us some human growth hormone, it looks like we're going to need it!
(to any feds surveilling my blog, that was a joke, not a solicitation.) (One never knows these days.)