Robin at 1

Our baby bird is living up to his name.

But he is still the biggest of the big boys in our hearts.

We went to the doctor this morning.  After four shots, he was not a happy boy.  Here are the stats:

Height: 28 inches (2nd percentile)
Weight: 18 lbs 12 oz (11.79 percentile)
Head Circumference 18 inches (37th percentile)

Robin is so sweet, so little, so silly, and so lovable.  He thinks it is hilarious to drop things repeatedly from the changing table, like his binky.  He loves to put objects into another.  Robin squeals and his whole body will shake if he thinks you are going to read him a book.  He is very patient when Linus reads to him.  Other favorite pastimes include: ripping glasses from people's faces, baths, nursing, and snuggling.

Even one year later, I am still completely blissed out by this baby.  I love when he giggles when I make the milk sign at him.  The best moment of my day is after bedtime nursing when he snuggles in as I rock and sing to him in the rocking chair.  It is sheer joy and no matter how tired I am, it is hard to put him down because the whole world around us seems to disappear during our nighttime ritual.

Robin has been taking his own time growing up and meeting milestones.  He finally learned to get into a sitting position at a little over 11 months.  He clapped 1 week before 12 months.  Robin finally crawled 2 days before his birthday.  He wanted to get to Mo Willem's Elephant and Piggie Lets Go For a Drive.  This further demonstrates his refined literary tastes.  His favorite place to crawl to is the fireplace vent--trouble.  Just two days ago he waved bye bye for the first time.  Grandma was the recipient of this milestone.

Elf on the shelf

I've mentioned to a few people that I was starting to get concerned about Robin's development, that my motherly instincts said something wasn't quite right.  It's one thing to mention it to a close friend, it's another to tell your doctor that you think your child is developmentally delayed.  I was surprised how hard it was to say out loud, maybe because it made it more real.  The doctor agreed with my assessment and we now have a referral to Children's Hospital for gross motor and language delays.  I'm not too worried.  I just want to do what's right for my child.  If there is a problem, I want to intervene as soon as possible.  If they say he is just our itty bitty baby who is doing things in his own time, great.  If they recommend weekly therapy, well that's great too.

Right now we are just focused on loving our baby bird. Because really, how could you not?