Well, I’ve made it past the first nine months of raising a child. So far so good!
He is growing like a weed. At his check-up the other day he was a solid 21 pounds and was 29.5 inches tall. So, he’s no longer in the 97th percentile like he used to be, but he’s still a tall boy! The Doctor commented on how much hair he had, to which I replied, “I just had it all cut off!”
I asked if it was normal that he hated to cuddle. I made sure to make it clear that it’s not that he just doesn’t need to cuddle all the time, it’s that he hates it. It’s normal, apparently, and probably just means that he’ll be a very self-sufficient, strong-willed, child. The first sounds great, the second? Not so much. At least not for me.
Congratulations, Alex, on being so wonderful. Congratulations to me, too, for making it through so many sleepless nights without ever getting a cuddle in return. At least I get nonstop smiles.