nine (and 3/4) month check-up

We finally made it around to going for our nine month check-up. There aren't any shots with this visit so I wasn't in a big hurry to go. I really didn't plan on taking him at all, but I had some questions about food and bathroom issues.
The vital stats:

Weight: 25 pounds, 10 ounces
Height: 31 inches
Head: 19 3/4 inches around

I thought for sure his weight and growth had slowed down. Clearly I'm delusional. This train isn't stopping anytime soon.

Dr. Greer gently admonished me for not switching him to regular formula like he told me to do three months ago. He said we really need to introduce lactose into Reese's system BEFORE we make the switch to whole milk. Or else.

Gas. Bloating. Lack of Sleep. Let's just say the picture he painted didn't sound pretty. I believe his exact words were, "How many college freshman do you think still drink Similac?"

I get it, Doc. Anyway, our bathroom issues are probably tied to the lack of lactose in his system. So maybe we can kill two birds with one stone here, if not, we will soon find out.

Also on the bill, a discussion about food. I have made the leap to only feeding Reese "people" food. I guess the technical term is "table" food. For the last two weeks we have been baby food free. He eats peaches, pears, applesauce, sweet potatoes, green beans, yogurt, cheese, bread, zucchini, squash, chicken, hamburger meat, shredded pork, and pretty much anything else I give him. Other than bananas-- we seem to be doing great with the transition.

And speaking of transition. The big elephant in the room around our house has been the rapid end to summer. I start back to work in a little more than a week. I'm not doing well.

I cried for a while last night. And again today when I went to meet Reese's new teachers at school. We have the double whammy of him going back to school AND moving into a new room.

To be perfectly honest, I'm just not good with change.

Lofton feigned support last night. He just doesn't get it. "What if you had never had these two months off," he asked, "Do you think it would be easier?" I don't know, Mr. insensitive-to-my-feelings. He goes on to say if that's the case, maybe next summer I can just get a job, so we don't have to go through these feelings again.

Thanks, husband. I appreciate the thought. Maybe you should keep them to yourself.

We are off to Columbus tomorrow in hopes of finding clothes for this beast of a child. Wish us luck!