Noah’s 2 year old well-baby visit was on Friday, when they incidentally also assured us that he didn’t have pink eye or the flu. So lots of good news.
He is 35 3/4″ tall (doc said 75%+, this online chart says 85%). And he weighs 32 lbs 7 oz, which the doc and chart agree is 90-91%. Our boy has not yet had the fabled early toddler “life is to exciting to waste time eating!” phase. Occasionally Noah gets extremely cranky about having his choo-choo time interrupted by dinner, but upon being seated in front of food, he gets over it.
And good lord you should see this boy demolish breakfast. Yesterday he ate 2 full sized yogurts, a banana, and a piece of toast. This morning, he ate a cup of strawberries and 2.5 bananas, plus whatever they fed him at day care. (Actually, it might have been 3.5 bananas. Jill, do you remember?)
The doc seemed to suggest that we should not encourage Noah’s appetite quite so much, although don’t think I agree.
The difference between the 85th and 91st percentiles don’t strike me as significant, and even 75th-90th is not completely out of whack. But I’m ok with switching to skim milk, low-fat or fat-free yogurt, and encouraging more apples*. On the whole, though, Noah’s eating habits are pretty good!
* I love “sharing” an apple with Noah. It’s become hilarious as he’s become so independent. Here’s how it works: I slice an apple with my slicer-corer dealio, then I peel the skin from 2 pieces. If we give Noah unpeeled slices, he works every bit of flesh off of the peel while it’s in his mouth, and later we find dried up bits of peel around the house.
Anyway! Then I arrange the fruit on a plate, with the two peeled slices separate from the rest of the apple on one side of the plate. Noah comes up, looks at the whole plate, and grabs the two peeled slices.
Noah gets to choose for himself, we don’t have to pick up dried bits of apple peel, and everyone wins. (Did I mention that we are FULLY in the “I do it!” stage?)
please can noah come by and give henry some tips about the FRUIT eating?
we don’t eat it very often, but i swear henry’s constantly asking for “pizza” and “fwies?” with a very hopeful, nearly pitiful-enough voice to make me go out and get it for him. as for breakfast? my boy is a man of creature: milk and 5 mini-pancakes. MAYBE he’ll have a mini-bagel and a handful of raisins. MAYBE.