Axel had his four month check up this morning. Here are his stats:
Height: 23 1/2 inches
Weight: Almost 12 pounds
Head circumference: 16 2/3 inches
He's still wee, in the 10th percentile for height and weight, though his head continues to pork out - it's in the 50th percentile. Pretty soon he'll need a wheeled cart on which to drag around his oversized melon as he does a crab walk. Our fabulous pediatrician, with his years of experience with worry-wart mamas like me, immediately reassured me that his growth is just fine, and I need not worry. He's a lean breastmilk-fed boy.
Eyes: Bluish, with a brown spot in the right one. They still have the gray-blue of my husband's eyes, with what looks like a dirt smudge on the iris.
Hair: Losing it. The bald spot in the back is spreading, and he's now sporting ragged, scraggly patches of hair between the growing bare spots. We'll be able to grease up his shiny bald head by the time he's six months old.
Likes: Pacifiers. Tummy time. Naps. Rolling over. Grabbing his feet, especially while wearing polka dot socks. Standing while supported. Babbling with me about world peace and architecture and Edith Wharton as I wipe poop of his butt. Listening to me sing a medley of songs from Grease and the under-rated Grease 2 (there's an elaborate song and dance number in a bowling alley. Axel loves it.). Watching the dog walk by. Kicking - anything. Sticking giraffes and rattles and plastic rings and napkins and, especially, hands in his mouth. Grabbing his tongue with his thumb and forefinger.
Dislikes: Pacifiers. Tummy time. Naps. Rolling over. Yes, he's a fickle little peanut.
Allergies: Probably not. Though his excema's a little better, and we defeated the evil diaper rash, his doctor doesn't think he was reacting to things I've been eating or not eating. Yay for chocolate cake! I'm going to go out and get one right now. This may foil the baby weight-loss plan, but I'm tired, and a girl needs cake when she doesn't have sleep. Speaking of sleep...
Sleep: Oh, sleep, how I miss you. I'm too tired to go into this right now, but next time, I'll blog about Axel's four month sleep regression. He has become the tiny, sleepless baby king of the crankies. Who knew this was common? OK, a lot of people know - but I wasn't one of them until a few nights ago.
