Our giant baby waiting at the doctor’s office
Today was Wilder’s six-month checkup. He officially weighs 21 pounds and one ounce. And he’s 29 and a quarter inches long. The latter of which we are 100 percent sure. The nurse did it twice.
I always thought I’d have a large baby. Wilder wasn’t a small newborn but was by no means off the charts at 8 pounds and 10 ounces and 22 inches long. But in recent months he’s growing so fast it blows my mind. There are 12 month clothes that are too tight on the little man. Seriously.
So today when they measured him the nurse laid him on the table and marked the sheet then let me pick him up. She wrote the number down and quickly said “that can’t be right. I’m sorry I’m going to have to measure him again.”
And she did and it was correct. We have a giant baby.
Weight = 95th percentile
Height = off the chart (literally)
I see a future of high water pants and too short shorts (I’ve been there many times) for our little man. I’ll have to call his agent tomorrow.