My little dude is small for his age. Not so much that his doctor is freaked out (he had his well-baby checkup today), but small enough that he sent him for some tests "just to rule stuff out." He's height/weight proportionate, just small for his age overall, about 7th percentile. The doctor did point out that a: the growth charts use formula-fed White babies as the standard, and Max is a 1/4 asian breastfed baby. My husband's family isn't particularly tall, and half of my family is short. I feel torn because I really don't want to worry and want to just continue to go with the flow. But, part of me really doesn't want him to be a short man. :)

And, I had to take him to get his blood drawn. They used a butterfly needle, and while he cried during the collection, afterward he high-fived the phlebotomist and then picked his own sticker from the prize drawer. He's a brave buddy, my sweet boy! But, shit, being a Momma is such hard work. I want to protect him!!!

Anyway, the doctor feels that Max is developing well overall, and beating most of the milestone timelines. He's very good with his hands...he builds puzzles, he makes Lego creations, he can put beads on necklaces (which he apparently inherited from Web). He goes up and down the stairs "like a big boy." He drinks from a cup. He feeds himself soup, and doesn't make a giant mess! He's totally personable and give high-fives and blows kisses.

He's starting to talk, and I'm trying to compile a list of the things he says. I think they speak volumes, literally, about my sweet and silly son. So far, he says:
Momma
Dadda
Cheese
This? (What's this?)
Debbeh (Debbie, his daycare lady)
Mine
Go out!
No
Shoes
Down
Up
Uh oh
Oh no
Woah
Bottle
Boo (Boob)
Poopoo (he also points at his diaper and says this after he's done a number 2, supposedly this is a sign that he's getting closer to starting potty training)
Woobiee (his favorite snuggle blankie)
AND, tonight, Chris taught him to say...STAR WARS!