The tale of the tape

We took the little guy to the pediatrician yesterday for his 6-month check-up. We had to wait forever before he got called in, and, wouldn’t you know it, there was another Peter in the waiting room, so there was a surge to go to the examining room when “Peter!” was called out. Fortunately, our Peter was the lucky one who got to be seen.

He had been having a nice time on his mom & dad’s laps in the waiting room, but when he got to the examining room and started having his clothes removed he kicked into unhappy baby mode. He’s not the type to engage in tantrums, but he did get fussier than we had seen him in some time. After about a minute of it, though, he calmed down so he could get measured. Maybe it’s all the coffee we’ve been giving him stunting his growth, but his height and weight are back down to the 75th percentile (27 ½ inches and 18 pounds 14 ounces, respectively). Meanwhile, his head has grown to the point that it’s now 75th percentile, too. At least he’s symmetrical.

Peter has also been requesting cello music of late. At least, that’s what I think he means when he says “ma ma ma” as clearly as he has been doing lately. He just probably isn’t able to say the “Yo Yo” part yet.