This girlie had her 18 month checkup today. She gave scowls and crusty looks to the nurse and the doctor.
She did NOT want to sit or lay down on the baby scale at all. Finally, the nurse had her stand on the big kids scale, and she said it read as 23 pounds 2 ounces. That's 33% on the CDC chart, but my doctor likes another chart that includes babies worldwide and therefore includes more breastfed babies, and it's 50% on that chart. She is 32 inches tall, and 61 percentile there. So she is growing great and eats like a champ (and I love our doctor. She thinks it's awesome that Millie is still nursing -- in fact, she is still nursing her 15 month old. We have shared stories of being working moms).
But she had an ear infection! I feel bad I didn't realize, but it makes sense, because she had a cold for a long time and has been having rough nights.
I took the boys with me this afternoon to Costco to pick up her medicine. This is not the picture from that trip (imagine four boys hanging onto/off of the cart, reaching over to kiss her cheeks, and fighting over their shared drinks), but it is one when she went one morning with daddy. Sits up so big girl now.
The autism screening went perfect. She also has lots of words, and James (who was with me) helped remember many of them to tell to the doctor, like mama, llama (she loves Llama Llama Red Pajama), Dada, baby, "Boss Baby," ball, NO, yes, Ax (Max), Dee-do (Andrew), duys (guys), dat, dis, side (for either outside or other side when; nursing),more, and plenty of demonstrative squeals.
I feel like she is ready for her own baby stroller. I borrowed the one from the church nursery one day over the break when we went to the church gym for a nerf gun battle.
She liked this baby at Walmart. But she has her own baby and carrier (that we gave to then 2-year-old Maxwell when baby Benjamin was coming). She does so-so with baby dolls still. I don't want to push it, I feel like I don't have to stereotype or force her to be a certain way, but....after four boys I kind of really want a girl to play with dolls! There, I said it.
This girlie still loves books. She toddled away from me before getting her jammies on one night and went right to her favorite book-reader and demanded "Ah! Ah! Dat! Dat!"
I think most of his mornings are spent reading to her.
Oh how she loves getting her ears cleaned. Look at that joy!
She loves wearing jammies and a coat over them. That's good, because she hates blankets. She kicks them off completely. She fell asleep on the kitchen floor one day over the holidays when she was sick, wearing her favorite outfit.
JB will get her dressed for the day, but soon she will bring him her jammies and want them back on. So sometimes she just stays in them because it's warmer for her closer to the floor, right?
She LOVES her brothers. She needs to be right by them, even tucking herself into bed by Andrew (she doesn't do this with James however -- he gets mad at her and pushes her out!)
Max has become our main baby-sitter now for when we go on a date or run errands. But a couple of times when JB has to go to a morning closing or appointment and I am not quite done with work, JB has tried to leave her with our neighbor Sherida -- a wonderful woman and the cutest grandma. Millie cried. And two weeks ago, Nona came over to help JB out in a pinch -- Millie cried the whole hour. This made me so sad. Nona is so nice and wants to be a friend to all her grandkids, and Millie won't give her or Papa the time of day.
I'm thinking her first opportunity to go to nursery this Sunday is going to be a big fat crying NOPE.








