9-month well-baby

Dylan and Owen in the tub like big boys...no more bath-insert!! One more baby thing to get rid of (or, um, toss in the garage with the rest of the stuff!)!

I think in my last post I declared that the next post would be all about Ethan...crap. Well, Ethan started preschool yesterday, and frankly, I am just not ready to write about it yet. He's such a big boy...and he turns 3 on Monday! Too much for me in one week.

Andy was out of town for work Monday through Wednesday, and Dylan and Owen's 9-month well-baby check was on Wednesday. One should never attempt to take twins to the pediatrician on one's own...I did so around 4 months and was clearly insane...though I survived. Thankfully, Leslie and Ethan had their ECFE class during the time of the appointment, and they were able to take Linnea, so Liz was able to come with me. Thank God!! I scheduled this appointment way back in the day when they were taking 8/8:30 am naps versus the current naptime of around 9/10am...and the appointment was at 10am. On Wednesday they decided to get up at 7am, which is typically a good thing, but not when you have an appointment at 10am, and they eat every 3 hours. So....

We drove hungry, tired babies to the appointment and they did just fine. The nurse called us in, we got them undressed, weighed and measured and then did a power-feed in the stroller. I love how we have all come up with our own lingo this past 9-months...there's the "double-feed" (which expired a few months ago) and the "power-feed" (a new favorite). The "power-feed" entailed two babies strapped into the double stroller (to supplement for the lack of high-chair)...Liz and I fed the babies half of a jar of food and then swapped jars. Yes...sometimes we feed them out of the jars and with the same spoon....let's face it...if one gets sick, we all get sick. Your germs are my germs, vice versa...unless you have the flu...keep it to yourself! And get your flu shot/mist before you touch my kids!

So...the stats....throw out your guesses....


Seriously...guess....


Write it down...don't cheat...


Ok....

Dylan is 21lbs 4oz...60th percentile unadjusted (that's birthdate, not adjusted for prematurity)

His height is 28.7 in which is also 60th percentile...and the noggin...well, the Sandberg head proves true in this one as well....90th percentile.

Owen maintains his 3lb variance at a lean and beautiful 18lbs 9oz, which is the 20th percentile unadjusted. His height was measured incorrectly the first time and the new measurement was not written down, but the percentile was 25th...so, very proportional. And his head...his head is like his brothers'...90th percentile.

They really don't look like they have big heads...or maybe I'm just used to it?!

No shots this time...no immunizations at 9 months, and Children's Hospital doesn't get their flu vaccines until Oct 1 (a serious pain in the ass since Walgreens and Cub won't shoot up kids this young...not even Ethan!). But they had to have their blood tested for something (I was paying attention, I swear...maybe iron or hemoglobin?) so we went down to the lab. Dylan didn't like being restrained, but didn't even flinch when the technician stuck the needle in his arm and took blood. Owen was less pleased. Later that night I gave them a bath and took off their band-aids and Owen had a big bruise/red-mark on his arm where the needle was (he was also very crabby the next day) so I think he just must have narrow veins and it bothered him more....poor kid. No word yet on the results, and I was told if we didn't hear from them that was a good thing.

Dylan crashed out in the car about 2 minutes before we got home (at noon!), and Liz and I made the transfer to the cribs for naps and then took a breath. Wowsers...I can't imagine if I would have had to do that on my own....Thanks, Liz!!

Dr Paul has twin boys too...a couple months younger than ours. At one point during the appointment he looked and me and said, "You know how lucky you are, right?"...I do.