18 months and awesome. That's me.
Tuesday was my 18 month appointment. I'm 33.5 inches long (95th percentile), 26 pounds, 5 ounces (90th percentile) and my head is 19.5 inches (98th percentile). The doc said I was SMART SMART SMART, due to the fact that I wouldn't stop babbling. (Apparently, stringing words together is a big deal. Who knew? Not mom.) Quite the improvement from last time, when I screamed the duration of the doc's visit.
Off the chart updates? Besides the fact I love Haddie? I am also a big fan of skyping with Papa and Baba, so their excursion to Belize and Guatemala has been a bit hard on me. I love to sit on the counter and watch mom cook. I play independently for 30-45 minute stretches, mostly putting Hattie, Maizey (the mouse), Ba (the sheep) and Boy (fisher price little person) "night night" - covering them with a blanket, or dish towel procured from the drawer, and pulling it off while pronouncing "Good Morning!", reading my books or playing "choo choo." I also like to demand chocolate milk and cookies ("taushey milsh" and "tooties"). And, since Dad took me to the Milford girl's basketball game last weekend, I also demand "pony" - hence the sprout on the top of my head. My crib is full of stuffed animals. Since January 8th's "Bubble Bath Day" experience, I love taking baths, while requesting "bubbus pease." Last weekend I got my first set of big girl underpants, which I love to wear around my neck.
Basically, like I said, I'm awesome.
