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9 Month Check-Up & Pics.

It was time, once again, to take Haley to the Pediatrician for a check-up.  I love paying a $25 co-pay to have someone measure my kid for me.  I know he is checking on a lot more than that, but I just like to hear myself complain.  

We are finally getting the hang of the whole doctors visit thing.  It seems as if when you pick a day in which you are the first appointment, you don't have to wait forever.  The first time we took her in, we waited an hour past her appointment time to even go back to the room and waited another hour back in the room to see him.  

So our appointment was early, but we got right in.  She is progressing well.  She is about 20lbs. and 28 inches long.  She is in the 75th percentile for both her height and weight.  No shots this time and we opted out of the flu shot.  

I heard her singing during nap time, checked on her and found that she is now pulling up on  her crib (and biting the rails, which I am not sure how to stop).  I told her to lay down and take a nap and she pointed and laughed at me.  

She also pulls herself up in the bathtub.  

And wouldn't lay still during her check-up

75th percentile of perfectly proportionate chunkiness.  I wish fat rolls looked as good on me as they do on her.  & Dad of course can't take his eyes off her long enough to take a picture.  He is pretty crazy about her.  

She follows me around.  

And she's a great sport when I take her shopping...

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