Rounding third….

Thanks to a  week of tending to Erin’s double ear infection and pneumonia, you’d think I’d be nothing short of ecstatic to come out of the pediatrician’s office with a report that she is “perfect” and “completely healthy.”

And don’t get me wrong; I’m ridiculously thankful for that opinion of her doctor.

But man….

9 months?

9 months means we lowered her crib mattress because she is valiantly trying to pull herself up to stand, and I’d prefer to not have her first success land her over the edge of the crib railing.

9 months means vigilant introduction of the sippy cup.  Which just goes against all that is in me, because, hello, she is a baby, and babies use bottles, and, um, no, she is not allowed to be creeping toward the ::gasp:: toddler stage…

Even her nine month picture mocks me with the threat of growing-up-before-my-very-eyesness: she still only has her front two bottom teeth, but the way she had her tongue curled and the way the light hit her face, the reflection makes it look like she has two top teeth, too.

9 months means we are only a quarter-turn around the sun from her turning (nooooooo!) ONE, and that just doesn’t seem possible….

Oh, well.  At least her stature is in my favor.

At only just over 15 lbs, she is in the whopping 3%, holding steady in 3 and 6 months clothes/onesies.   I tell you what, we are getting our money’s worth out of her clothes…it seems like she’s been wearing the same things since last summer!

I know watching my children grow and develop is all a part of being a mom.  But, man, does it do a number on the heartstrings.

And so that I can finally throw away the post it from the doctor….on 2/4/11, Erin weighed 15,4; her height was 27”; and her head circ was 16.75. =)  Oh, and she is supposed to take poly-vi-sol with iron (1 ml daily).