(Little) Big Girl!

My son was an itty bitty thing.  I say was like he's not still itty.  Ha.  I think he's in the third percentile now?  I guess it's been awhile since our last appointment, but we aren't surprised when his 12 month swimsuit falls off him while he walks.  He's just a little dude like his daddy.  I don't mind, especially now that I can sew his clothes and make 'em extra wee.

ANYWAY.  Where am I even going with this?  Addie's 6 month appointment was this week.  This girl is chunk-a-dunk.  Like, rolls galore.  Here, let me pull up a little picture I snapped a few days ago on my phone and we can discuss this:

    

Okay, she's a big girl.  Right?  Right.  It's okay, this is the one time in life when it's okay to call a gal fat.  I was expecting, oh, 60th percentile, 70th...80th?  

Nope.  44th.  Huh?  If that is 44th, what does a baby in the 90th percentile look like?  Oh my baby fat.  And that's the weirdest part of it all.  I've SEEN lots of babies in the 80th, 90th percentile and they look smaller than Little Big Addie.  Not that I'm wasting good, valuable time analyzing this or anything.  Not me.  I wouldn't ever take something small and insignificant and beat it into the ground.  

*Cough*

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So hubby comes home from work that day and I unleash all of the above on him.  He stares at me blankly and then he's all, "I spent exactly zero seconds thinking about any of that."  Okay, okay.  This is a girl thing, right?  Other moms analyze their baby's stats TO DEATH, right?

PS - I analyze this to death because I did have such a small boy and I think deep down inside, no matter how confident you are as a mother, you can't help but let your mind wonder to the "Did I do something wrong" aspect of things now and then.  We had a lot of medical issues with Ben his first 18 months and his weight was one of them.  I always felt like it was somehow my fault, even though rationally I know it wasn't.  I was excited to have a baby at the opposite end of the spectrum to somehow reassure myself that I am capable of feeding my children properly.  Or something.  

My chronological growing baby.

I snagged up some adorable onesie stickers when Addie was just a wee little thing. They're great for documenting those little ones who change so quickly in their first year, and even better because stickers are cheap, ya'll. I remember when I first saw a friend start to post pictures of her baby with a different onesie on every month, I thought, "Dang, that's gonna be expensive, girlfriend." But nope, they're stickers. GENIUS. Anyway, I snagged mine on etsy (of course) right here. And I love them. And I love my baby girl even more. But she can stop growing now please.

 

You think I can bargain with God to make her stop growing?

Overnight, she just learned to sit. Like, one day she couldn't, then she slept, woke up and suddenly had mastered that skill.  Or the crawling thing.  A few days ago she could only roll herself around and then all of a sudden I set her down and two minutes later find her in a totally different place.  Noooooo.  She's mobile, folks.