Well, there have been a few interesting developments since Miles' last check up. He is now 32.75 inches tall, and 23.5 lbs. That puts him in the 90th percentile for height (pretty steady) but he's dropped to the 36th percentile in weight. He's been a little sick as of late so that may account for it. Also, we're thinking he's allergic to peanuts. Right before Thanksgiving, I gave him just the slightest bit of my toast that had some peanut butter on it. First he got all snotty and then started getting blotchy all over his body. About 15 minutes later he threw up. The doc said to just keep him away from it, maybe go see the allergist to do a whole panel. Everyone agrees that he's doing very well even though he's not walking yet. It's just a matter of time. Give him a push toy and he'll walk for miles but he still needs the assurance of something to hold on to.
The nurse who gave him his shots said the doctor came out of the examining room and told her, "You're going to have a hard time with this one."
"Why?" she asked. "Is he a real handful?"
"No," he replied, "but he's so cute you're not going to be able to bring yourself to give him the shots."
Miles is starting to say many approximations of words and do many different signs.
He uses "da-da" consistently to mean Daddy, teddy bear and ball, though he'll say da-da for lots of things.
He now calls me "ma-ma."
He says "baba" for bottle and signs for milk.
He says "ca" for car and "sheeze" for cheese. He can also approximate saying cracker.
I'm pretty impressed with his receptive language. I feel like the signing and the verbal words are coming super quick now, like he finally understands that all these objects have names and he's determined to learn them all.
Right after Miles had his vomit session from the peanut butter, I took him to Early Start for the first time in many months. He was unsure about where we were until we went to sit in circle time. Then his face lit up and he was so excited he could barely contain himself. He was so into being with all of his friends, singing songs, and playing with the parachute. When I came back after the parent rap session, he looked at me, waved and went right back to playing. He was not ready to go- the first time that every happened. If he keeps this up, he's going to be an uber-kindergartener. :)
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