Now that Amy’s just about a week away from seven months, we finally got in her six months check up. First the doctor’s office had rescheduled once or twice, then we had to.
She weighs seventeen pounds and eight ounces. I don’t think I heard the length or head circumference (Amy wasn’t very pleased at those moments). She’s in the 90th percentile for her height and 75th for weight. The doctor says she’s obviously thriving and looks great all around.
The main thing we talked about is food. We can now start to introduce dairy and wheat items and finger foods — starting with yogurt, then maybe soft cheeses… Cheerios, pasta… bits of cooked carrot or cut up apple… and, best of all, I don’t have to use a strainer when I make her food. I may not even have to use a blender much longer, as long as she doesn’t mind a coarser texture.
I don’t think I mentioned that I made some homemade food for her this weekend. Bought a bag of frozen peas. Cooked them. Thought about the blender — got out the box, figured, nah, just use the mini food processor. Processed peas. Pushed what I could through the strainer. Processed again, and strained again, and processed again, and strained again, and processed again, and strained again, and got out the blender. Finally figured out the right amount of water to add, and finally got most of it strained. Spooned into ice trays. Froze. Put cubes in a baggie in the freezer. Whew.
Once I figured out the blender business, I figured it would be worth trying again, but I’m not at all disappointed that I don’t have to bother with the strainer anymore.
We also talked about her development.
She’s a great independent sitter, able to twist and reach and rarely losing her balance. Sometimes falls forward or rolls over into a crawling position and rocks. Can roll all over a floor.
She passes things from hand to hand and twists them this way and that, and explores them pretty thoroughly with her mouth. She doesn’t quite have a pincer grip yet but is working in that direction.
She babbles, making bs, ds, gs, fs, and bubbles, plus ahs and some oohs, and even some clicks.
She was not at all pleased with getting three shots, but she calmed quicker than I expected.
And now she’s awake and talking to herself in her crib, so soon it’ll be time to go get her for her afternoon bottle.
