Wow. We just got back from the doctor's and here are his stats:
Weight: 22 lbs (75th percentile!)
Height: 29.5 inches (between 75 and 90th percentile!)
He had been following the 50th percentile in the growth chart until now.
Who knows where he gets his height from, because Jeff nor I are that tall. There are a few tall people in either of our families, so the genes are coming from somewhere I guess :) I can't remember the size of his head, I always forget that one.
I talked to the doctor about Carson's not-love of eating. I'm not worried that he's not getting what he needs, it's not like he's small and tiny. But I want to do my best at helping him develop the best eating habits I can and it's somewhat frusterating that he doesn't love to eat. Aren't babies supposed to love it? Anyways, now at his age he is becoming more and more independant. Dr. said to give him some finger food on his tray and let him play with that for 5-10 minutes and then try spoon feeding him. He asked if we feed him at our dinner table and the answer is yes. Carson eats breakfast and lunch with me (I eat at the same time) and he eats dinner with both Jeff and I. So we are doing what we're supposed to, he's getting 90% home made food now, so I have to have faith that it will some day turn around.
He did not have a fun time at the doctors. I think it's because now he knows exactly what's going on at all times. And here was this strange man laying him down on a table and pulling at all his arms and legs and poking things in his ears and mouth. He seemed pretty angry after it, but as soon as we got in the car and he realized we were leaving, he was super happy and has been ever since. No needles this time (whoops, bad mom I thought he was getting needles so I gave him Tempra before we left, the nurses laughed and said at least I would have a quiet afternoon).