That might explain his clumsiness

LP's favorite moment at my sister's wedding seems to have been the cocktail hour

LP has grown an inch and a half in the last month, and now measures 34,3 inches (or 87 cm). He's always been a little taller than average, I think, but we were surprised to realize yesterday that this now puts him in the 95th percentile, meaning that only 5 percent of boys his age are taller than him.

There's something very reassuring about seeing your child grow, I guess it has to do with being validated that you're doing everything correctly and that he's doing all right... At his daycare, he's the second youngest kid out of 70, so however tall he might be they always view him as "the baby," and it doesn't really strike them -or us- that he's tall for his age. People always say, "wow, he's tall," but you know, I figured it was one of those things you say just to make conversation, like the "wow, he has a lot of hair" bit we also hear all the time. Men are not that tall in my family, nor are they on M's side, but he is 6'2 himself, so hopefully he's passing that on...

Very early on, it was pretty clear that LP was on the verbal side, rather than on the physical side. Not that he's challenged in any way, but it just isn't his forte. He's now one and a half, has been walking for several months, is doing all kinds of things like climbing and going up and down the stairs somewhat correctly, and is constantly showing progress, but he's just so... clumsy. He keeps on falling hundreds of times a day, including at least one or two very bad falls, the kind where the hollow and loud sound his head makes while hitting the floor kinda frightens us. I know all kids fall, but it seems like he's just doing it more and harder than others.

I don't know if I was like that as a toddler, but to tell you the truth I'm pretty much the same. I have a strange rapport with my body and with the space around me I seem to have inherited from my father (with whom I also share a "being in your head all the time" tendency, and I believe the two are interconnected). I keep banging on things, knocking on the wall when getting outside a room, and I am known for having sprained my ankles while WALKING more than once. I sometimes have a feeling of being a stranger in my own body, like I don't completely have control over it (although I must admit it gets better with age (as confidence naturally grows), and it occurred much more often when I was younger, and especially in stressful/uncomfortable situations, like talking in public). I am a terrible dancer, and only in my twenties did I discover the fun of practicing sports, which before were nothing less than a nightmare for me. I tried being a waitress during my student years, but it's a kind of physical job I just couldn't handle.

Even though I eventually did well for myself, I still hope LP does not have to struggle with it that much (being the last kid chosen in the ball team during phys ed class remains one of the worst feelings ever!). But in the meantime, we can always tell ourselves that he's clumsy because he's so tall, and his center of gravity is much higher than anyone else's!