A moment of transition

Margaret went to the doctor for her ninth month check-up yesterday. She is currently 29 inches tall and weighs 17 pounds 12 ounces (we'll start using the wall height tracker that we received as an Xmas present from Grandma Nancy and Grandpa Peter once she's a bit more stable in a standing position.) As a point of reference, she was 20 1/4 inches and 7 pounds 4 ounces when she was born. Apparently, her dimensions are a bit unusual. Her weight falls in the 25th percentile, but her height puts her in the 90th percentile (and her head diameter is in the 75th percentile.) I don't know what's up with that, but it confirms that we have a tall skinny baby. Or, as I referred to her when she was born, she's our little supermodel.

At this point, however, the main issue is that, based on her height, she's outgrown her infant car seat. This means a number of major life changes for all of us. First, we'll no longer be able to conveniently carry her into a store/restaurant/etc. in a car seat that nicely confines her since the next size up isn't detachable in the same way as her infant seat. No more sleeping through the grocery store in the car seat. Or snoozing during the easy transition from the car to the house. We'll soon face difficult and inevitable disruptions since Margaret appears to enjoy sleeping in the car. Second, we'll no longer be distracted by the bugs-on-board that reside on the carrying handle of the infant carseat. So we'll bid a tearful farewell to the bugs (and might try to hang them from handles in the car where, even if we can't reach them, they'll still help entertain us.)