I forgot to post yesterday after I got my 9-month check-up. I don't know how often they do these things - for awhile it felt like I was at the doctor all the time; now it's hardly ever. This time wasn't so bad. They only stuck me with needles twice, which I'm not crazy about, but I think it upset Mom way more than me. Moms get upset so easily sometimes. The doctor seemed pleased with my progress. I weigh almost 22 pounds (21 and 12 ounces, to be precise), which is the 75th percentile, whatever that means. I forget my length but it's in the 90th percentile (I get an A for length!) and my head shrunk. I used to have a 90th percentile head but now it's only 75th. My head needs to get its act together. I also have two crooked teeth on the bottom and some more coming up top. The doctor was happy with my skills—crawling, pinching, babbling, pulling up — and especially my standing up with no support, which he said is a one-year milestone. I skipped some months there. At this rate I'll be driving by 3. His only complaint is that I'm not clapping. Maybe I just don't feel like anything has earned my applause. I haven't even seen The King's Speech yet.
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