Anyway, the doctor's appointment told me that Sebastian is in the 95th percentile for weight at 22 lbs 10oz, and the 90th percentile for height at 75cm. It looks like we're getting back on the charts at least!
He's crawling like crazy, still saying DaDa, and pulling himself up on anything he can crawl to. Indy remembers this stage from Matthew and has made herself scarce (or elevated!). The cats, dying for attention or not, have decided to hide and I'm not sure we'll find them until Sebastian is 3. He has 7 teeth, but 8,9 and 10 are working their way out in a laundry basket full of drooled on clothing.
His smile is charming enough to get just about anything he wants, unless that something happens to belong to Matthew. Then it's an emphatic "No Sebastian, that is NOT for you. Right, Mommy?"
His personality is starting to match his belly size (read: BIG), and his temper is not close behind. I guess Rob's to blame for that trait (of course; mommies never lose their tempers).
So, stay tuned for next week's (sorry) post about 9 months. As you can probably guess, it'll likely just be a picture because really, how much can one kid change in 8 days?
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