Today was The Boy's 9-month doctor's appointment. He's now 30 inches long and 22 pounds, 5 ounces. He's in the 95th percentile of height, and the 75th to 90th percentile in weight - a tall, skinny dude, as we expected. He also got a PPD - tuberculosis test - that is apparently required for entry into most of the kindergartens around here.
The biggest surprise to me was how he reacted at the doctor's office. He was happy and engaged in the others around him in the waiting room. In the office, he started to panic a little bit when he was measured and weighed; when the doctor arrived, he REALLY flipped out. Interestingly enough, it wasn't the doctor, himself! When the doctor picked him up, The Boy grabbed on and held on tightly, without reached towards me at all. But, he was panicking, and panicking badly: he was double-clutching with his neck. That's something he does only when he's really freaked.
When he was done with the exam, the doctor handed him back to me, and he started to calm down. I put him in the sling, and he held on to me like a little baby monkey holds on to mommy monkey's back. It was really quite cute, even though he was upset and angry. He calmed down a little bit, got angry again back at the car when I strapped him into the seat, and griped at me all the way through lunch.
After that, he slept like a log. I actually got a chance to exercise while he slept; he woke up after twenty minutes, but I helped him get back to sleep. He woke up right at the very end of the workout, just in time to be my counter-weight for doing situps.
Today was a good day, all things considered.