I believe I’ve mentioned before (here and here) that Ton Ton and I really enjoy and look forward to Luki’s appointments with his pediatrician. Well, we enjoy them up to the part when he gets his shots. That’s when my husband curls up into a ball in the corner of the room and starts sobbing because he’s so little, and the needle is so big, and it’s just so wrong to do that to his baby’s perfect, chubby thighs.

Anyway, we’d been anxiously awaiting Luki’s nine month appointment which, due to our pediatrician’s popularity, couldn’t get scheduled until several weeks after his actual monthiversary. I was fantasizing about how impressed the doctor would be when we showed him that our kid knows how to pat his head on command and has become an expert at blowing kisses, plus, I had a good feeling about his height being in one of the top percentiles.

Yes, I know his size isn’t really a test, or an affirmation of my parenting skills, but I love to hear the doctor use the words “above average” with anything related to our son. As a matter of fact, I’ve always been kind of disappointed in his smaller than the norm head circumference.

The appointment was yesterday morning and, after being weighed and measured by the nurse, Luki decided that he really wasn’t feeling the whole Waiting Patiently For The Pediatrician In A Cold Exam Room Wearing Nothing But His Diaper thing, so he proceeded to FUH-REAK out. When the doctor walked in, he was in the middle of a scream fest, complete with flailing arms and kicking feet. Nothing we tried could get him to settle down.

And just as Ton Ton attempted to distract our child with a lovely Thomas the Tank Engine book only to have Luki snatch it out of his hand and throw it on the floor with the force an MLB pitcher, our wonderful doctor, who usually gives me a confidence boost by touting our baby’s growth and development, actually said, “Wow, this kid is much too young to be so headstrong.”

To be fair, he went on to explain that some kids are just born with big tempers and that it’s not really our fault he acts this way; but it still broke my heart a little bit for that to be his first impression of our nine month old instead of the, “Wow, I can’t believe he already knows how to play peek-a-boo. A career in NASA surely awaits him!” reaction I was expecting.

In conclusion, yesterday we found out the following about our son:

Weight: 50th percentile for his age
Height: 90th percentile for his age
Head Circumference: 50th percentile for his age
Headstrongness:150th percentile for his age.

He is above average indeed.