She's 9 1/2 months old now. She waves bye bye (if she feels like it--she's not terribly consistent), claps, feeds herself, stands well on her own, climbs everything, plays peek-a-boo, etc., etc. I knew she was a butterball, but I admit even I was surprised when they put her on the scale.
She's 27 1/2 inches long (dead average). She weighs 21 pounds and 14 ounces. Yes, my 9 month old weighs nearly 22 pounds. This should not be surprising, I guess, since she started out weighing 9 pounds and 11 ounces--she didn't actually double her birth weight til around 7 months. But for heaven's sake, no wonder my arm's been so tired the last couple of days. She's had a cold and consequently has wanted to be held a lot. Yowzers. Build those arm muscles.
As her auntie Amanda says, "She's just a marshmallow!" I love my little pudge ball, rolls and all.