This morning my brother sent me this picture with the comment "look how fat your child was":
And now she looks like this:
Camilla was solidly in the 75th percentile for weight and the 90th percentile for height all throughout her first year. She wasn't an insanely huge baby like I was, but she was a decent little chubster. I loved her rolls and her squeezable cheeks and the chunkiness of her.
But slowly, every day as I dressed and cuddled and held and nursed that little body, it changed. I probably wouldn't have noticed it, but we had Daniel around for comparison; he slimmed down first - a "trim little guy" we called him - but then Camilla's arms and legs and belly got thinner and eventually, strange as it was, she looked skinnier than he was. And at her 18-month check-up she was down to the 50th percentile for weight, and, at 34.75 inches tall, way up above the curve for height.
I honestly couldn't care less about the weight thing as long as my kid is healthy, and actually I'm kind of touched that it looks like she's inherited the string-bean build I had as a child, because she seems to have gotten all her other physical characteristics from her father. But I am a little freaked out about the height thing. I am 5'9", which is tall but not insanely so. I've got little hang-ups about it - for instance, I feel like an Amazon around any woman shorter than 5'3" - but for the most part - and despite being married to a man who is a scant half-inch taller than I am - I've made peace with my height.
However, were I a couple inches taller I think the making-peace would have been a lot harder. And although the parents'-height formula for calculating a kid's adult height predicts Camilla will be only 5'7", the other formula I've heard about entails doubling the child's height at, variously, 18 months or 2 years. (The article I just linked to says 3 years, but that just seems crazy to me, since the CDC says 50th percentile for a three-year-old girl is 37.5 inches tall, and that doubled is 6'3". I know the new generation is going to be taller, but sheesh.) If we double Milla's height now, that will make her 5'9.5", just a little taller than I am. If we double what I expect her two-year-old height will be, she'll be six feet tall or taller. Um, yeah. I just hope for her sake that the parents'-height formula turns out to be the reliable one.
She's taller than Daniel now, by the way. And she knows how to show him who is in charge.