Yesterday at Mabel’s first checkup with our new pediatrician, he showed us a dot on the weight graph which showed she was higher than the 90th percentile for weight. Then he showed us the graph for her height, which was similarly high, and said that her weight was just right for a girl so tall. Mabel looked confused and said, “But I’m one of the shortest in my class.” I agreed, and wondered, “Is it that she has a March birthday?” The doctor pulled out a measuring tape to check that her height had been recorded right, and, yes, she was 50″ tall, just like the chart said. He said, “She just seems short when you’re comparing her to girls 9 months older.” I said, “My husband is very tall, and so are his sisters.” Mabel said, “But Rose is already almost as tall as me,” and I said, “I guess she’s going to be VERY tall.”
When Dean got home, we told him our surprising news that Mabel was tall for her age, and, seeing the growth curve chart where I’d tossed it on the counter, I handed it to Dean. He glanced at it and said, “That’s because the chart has her as six years old.” He moved the dots for her height and weight over to the 9-year-old column, which showed her height and weight to be around the 30th percentile for her age.
For the rest of the evening, Dean kept teasing Mabel: “You’re HUGE for a six-year-old! You’re bigger than any other six-year-old I know!”