Height: 31 inches 93rd percentile
Weight 24 pounds, 3 ounces 44th percentile
Head Circumference 19 inches 79th percentile
Zachariah is still growing, growing, growing! He's jumped from the 35th percentile in height to the 93rd. Frankly, I'm not sure how much stock I put in the height measurements they take at the doctor's office. Z is so squirmy, I can't imagine that it's particularly accurate.
Since 12 months, Zachariah very consistently signs for "milk" and "more". Sometimes he signs "more" while nursing, which might be the sweetest thing ever, and will also run through the house shouting "more" and signing "milk". This is a boy who knows what he wants. To his signing vocabulary, he's added "please". He can't decide whether or not he wants to sign with his right hand or his left, so he signs very enthusiastically with both hands at once. Cutest.thing.ever. He also signs "thank you" with prompting. New spoken words since 12 months include "nurse" which sounds like "nnnsss" Very cute. "Dog" has morphed into "doggie" and last night at dinner, he exclaimed "Pasta!"
Zachariah has never been a good sleeper, but lately napping has gotten a little more consistent. He's starting to sleep a bit better at night when he's not teething, which is a blessing. Sleeping while teething, however, is another story. I really thought Jonathan was going to have to check me into the loony bin after 4 days of no sleep at all. Mr. Z cut 4 new teeth, two of which were molars, in just over a week. If you're keeping track, that's a total of 12 teeth.
Other developments include climbing on the sofa and the ottoman, and dancing on the very same ottoman that I danced on as a toddler! He is a terrible button-pusher and I'm constantly having to pull him away from the computer, dishwasher, television, or one of the various electronic devices hooked up to it. He is a very affectionate boy and will often stop playing to come give kisses, or hugs and shoulder pats. He loves to make new friends, and wastes no time in giving them loving as well. Additionally, for some reason, he's become terrified of the shower head and the big tub. Bath time is still his favourite, but ONLY in the infant tub. I'm going to have to start working on that.
If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go lay LEGOS with my boy. Keep your eyes peeled though folks, I'm going to be trying to get caught up on blogging.