Monday, February 8, 2010

At least I am a...cow?

Today was Gabe's 4 month appointment. Shots. Ick. They were definitely not the highlight of the morning. Neither was Dr. Clarke's astonishment at Gabe's awesomeness in both stature and development--he's potty trained and walking! OK, he's not--but I'm morally obligated as a first-time mom to think he's above average in every way. (he is*)

This was the highlight: Dr. Clarke called me a COW.

After Gabe's measurements** put him in the 94th percentile for height and 97th for weight (and 90th for head size--yep, he has the Abrahamson Big Head and I'm not just talking about brains here), Jon and I mentioned (thanks, Jamie!) that Rottweilers don't kick out chihuahuas.

And then Dr. Clarke called me a cow.

Actually, he said he needed to put it in local terms.

Cache valley is big into agriculture and there are lots of kinds of cows. The kind of cow you raise depends on whether you're looking to use the cow for meat (Angus, for example) or milk (Jersey, among others).

And then he said that I am an AWESOME JERSEY COW.

I'm taking that as a compliment. And then he walked out of the room shaking his head and muttering that he can't imagine what Gabe will be like at his 6 month appointment***. I'm taking THAT as a compliment, too. :-)

CAN'T...STOP...MYSELF!

*Really. The thing where he ONLY sleeps in his carseat is so other babies don't feel like he's perfect in EVERY way.



**A lady in our ward used to be a nurse in a neonatal division. She's kinda old. OK, really old. Yesterday she kept telling Jon that an 8 month old really should be able to sit up by himself. She kept not hearing the "yeah, he's only 4 months old" that Jon kept telling her because she was so worried about his development. Ah, old people. Gotta love 'em.



***Not walking. I've decided I DON'T want him to walk at seven months (you're a freak, John Jr!). I want to put off chasing him around the house and trying to keep him out of the cupboards for as long as possible.

2 comments:

  1. Your baby IS above average. That's why they invented those growth charts, to get parents started comparing their kids to other kids ASAP. :) I'm pretty sure that runty Tess is near the bottom of the chart. Fez, however, was off of the chart by her six month checkup. Let's see if Giant Gabe can top that. ;)

    P.S. I'm supposed to be doing homework right now.

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  2. That Gabe is a heartbreaker! As for old ladies, there's one in my ward who had a great grandbaby born the same day Gabe was but has heart problems. So, every time I see her, she proceeds to give me the full medical update on her great grandbaby. No intro, no lead up.

    Let me make a suggestion about cabinets and kids. I childproofed all of my cabinets except for two - the one where I keep the plastic containers and the one where I keep the pans. That way, whenever I was in the kitchen and the boys were there with me, they would open one of the cabinets, pick up their plastic spoons that were in there and start either stirring (Davy) or playing the drums (Jon). They had no interest in any of the other cabinets, just "theirs". Just a thought...

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