Moose

Our little Peanut was born on Halloween a very average 7 1/2 lbs and 21 inches long.

From there the Peanut just grew and grew and grew.



In that first month I shared some pictures with my parents of Peanut and some friends his age. 

They laughingly called him Moose, B picked it up and the name just stuck.



You would never know it by looking at those pictures but that "little" orange moose he is eating is actually life size.

True story.


Picture taken in February

My baby turned 6 months old this past Sunday.  6 months.  ~sniffle~
We had his check-up on Tuesday and have all his updated stats.

Moose is now 19 lbs 12 oz which puts him in the 90th percentile for his age.  However, for his length he falls well below the 50th percentile.



How is that?  Well the kid has grown 8 inches in his 6 months.

8 inches, people!

He is now 29 inches long and remains in the 100th percentile for length.

It's like we can see him growing before our eyes.  Peanut, err Moose is 1/2 an inch away from being half my length.  Seriously, 29 1/2 inches is half of my height. 

Although I'm obviously very short carrying this long child has gotten a little awkward.  I think we're over the front carrier because his head is in my face and his feet keep kicking my legs.  Besides, 20 lbs is a lot of weight to be carrying around.


Little Peanut just 1 week old turned into Big Moose, almost 5 1/2 months later.

Everyone said that your baby grows so fast but you don't really understand until it happens to you.

Peanut's head has jumped from the 75th to the 90th percentile.
This can only mean that he may be a genius.


Picture taken in March

Yesterday I was at Babies R Us to pick something up and I scanned thru the clothes section.  Peanut keeps getting too long for his clothes and I need to pick up some pajamas.

I figure he has a couple more wears out of his 9 month jammies and then we're on to the 12 month.  Ugh.

I was looking thru all of the racks of sweet little sleepers when I noticed there weren't any 12 months left.  All these racks and no pajamas in the size I need.

That's when an awful thought crept into my head. 

I started to get a sinking feeling as I walked past the racks to the wall. 

There they were.  The 12 month pajamas.  On the wall.  With the little boys pajamas. 

They were hanging with the 18 months and 2T-4T and the ones that still had little feet had tiny rubber tread on the bottoms.

I left the store without buying any pajamas.

I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to cradle him like a little baby.  It involved spreading out on the couch and several support pillows.

Who knows how to slow time down?