lazy update, x-posted from my ljSebastian had his one year "well baby" visit today. He's slowed down on the weight gain but has sped up in height, essentially flipping his growth chart opposite of what it was. Now he's about 80th percentile on weight and almost off the chart on height -- 24 pounds 7.5 ounces and 32.75 inches tall. Dude.
(And Qualia's 30 pounds and 37.5 inches tall. She couldn't resist getting "checked out" at the same time as her brother. Also falling on the tall side of the chart.)
Bastian's on track developmentally -- he has a few words, lots of babble and physical expression, and scored very high on receptive language, in that he clearly understands what he's told and can already follow two-step instructions. When he feels like it, of course. *lol* He's had pincer grasp for a while and can throw a ball, loves to climb, has great balance, walks fine, and has no fear. (I'm working on that. I'd like a little fear. Not a lot. Just a little.) He's still not a foodie, but he eats a wide range of foods and can handle plenty of texture now. His iron was just a touch low at 11.4 (they want to see at least 11.5), but Dr. Jill was fine with us avoiding the trauma of a full blood workup and just watching his and my diets and doing another finger stick at his 15-month WBV. We did a lead check, too, but that goes to a lab and takes a week or two to process. I don't think there should be a problem with that, but it's good to know.
So those are all the things they tick off. There's no check for personality, but he's got it in spades. He's still a very giggly baby . . . toddler . . . and loves to play jokes and make people smile. He's also starting to show some very early empathy. A few times now Qualia has gotten upset about something and Bastian will take one look at her, his face will crumple, and big fat tears start rolling down his cheeks. As soon as she calms down, he's all smiles again. Yikes. That's good and bad, in my book. It's a wonderful trait and I love it, but it's so hard to watch him feel someone else's pain. I was that child. It can be a rough road.
He still loves all things music and happily walks around half the day with a recorder in his mouth, tweeting away. Kazoos, drums, keyboard, maracas . . . all things good in his world. Same thing with drawing. He watches Qualia and has figured out how to hold a pen, and he draws on EVERYTHING. Bookshelves, walls, books, doors, himself, his sister, and sometimes even on the art easel set up for the purpose. When he's not playing something or drawing on something, he's climbing it or smashing it. He's a busy, busy boy. It's awesome.