Average is awesome in my book
Emmie had her 15-month pediatrician appointment this afternoon and I am pleased to say she is now in the 50th percentile for weight. She's come a long way from her 5th percentile days and I could not be more relieved.
I knew all along that she would gain weight on her own terms, especially once she started eating solid foods. Add in the whole milk and whole-milk yogurt she so adores and you have a 22-pound little girl who shows no signs of her previous infant anorexia.
At 32 inches, she's still rocking the top of the charts in height at the 90th percentile. Her noggin is also 90th percentile, which OHMYGOD she's going to have a pumpkin head for the rest of her life. Her doctor prefers to say she's growing a big brain in there.
She was also given the award for Best 15-Month Appointment Patient of the Day. She was fascinated by everything. Well, that is, until we got the shot portion of the visit. That's something she was not a fan of. And she got two of them.
It's pretty bizarre how even two months ago, she seemed like so much more of a baby. Now she's a full-time walker. She loves to climb the equipment at the playground and go down the slide. She won't eat peas and carrots anymore, instead she just squishes the peas and throws the carrots. She sits forward-facing in her big-girl carseat. She likes to play with the kitchen in the playroom and covers her own head with blankets for endless games of peek-a-boo. She despises being contained in any way. She tries to color a little, but ends up eating the marker. She recognizes family and friends and runs to the Grandmas when she sees them.
She is an absolute joy to be around. Even her tantrums are funny, as she throws her little body backward or forward, showing us the depths of her toddler woes, covering her face with her hands and crying real tears.
Today we went to her music class and as usual, she was charming everyone. She loves to share whatever she has and makes it her personal mission to see each and every instrument put away in the bin. She dances and spins and stares and laughs. She recognizes the songs and definitely has her favorites.
Why can't they stay this age forever? It's the best because their personalities have emerged, but they don't have the need for power struggles. Don't get me wrong, Jack's ability to tell me what he's thinking and what he needs is great. But this stage Emmie is in makes everything feel so easy. Aaaand, I have just cursed myself. I am so stupid.
I knew all along that she would gain weight on her own terms, especially once she started eating solid foods. Add in the whole milk and whole-milk yogurt she so adores and you have a 22-pound little girl who shows no signs of her previous infant anorexia.
At 32 inches, she's still rocking the top of the charts in height at the 90th percentile. Her noggin is also 90th percentile, which OHMYGOD she's going to have a pumpkin head for the rest of her life. Her doctor prefers to say she's growing a big brain in there.
She was also given the award for Best 15-Month Appointment Patient of the Day. She was fascinated by everything. Well, that is, until we got the shot portion of the visit. That's something she was not a fan of. And she got two of them.
It's pretty bizarre how even two months ago, she seemed like so much more of a baby. Now she's a full-time walker. She loves to climb the equipment at the playground and go down the slide. She won't eat peas and carrots anymore, instead she just squishes the peas and throws the carrots. She sits forward-facing in her big-girl carseat. She likes to play with the kitchen in the playroom and covers her own head with blankets for endless games of peek-a-boo. She despises being contained in any way. She tries to color a little, but ends up eating the marker. She recognizes family and friends and runs to the Grandmas when she sees them.
She is an absolute joy to be around. Even her tantrums are funny, as she throws her little body backward or forward, showing us the depths of her toddler woes, covering her face with her hands and crying real tears.
Today we went to her music class and as usual, she was charming everyone. She loves to share whatever she has and makes it her personal mission to see each and every instrument put away in the bin. She dances and spins and stares and laughs. She recognizes the songs and definitely has her favorites.
Why can't they stay this age forever? It's the best because their personalities have emerged, but they don't have the need for power struggles. Don't get me wrong, Jack's ability to tell me what he's thinking and what he needs is great. But this stage Emmie is in makes everything feel so easy. Aaaand, I have just cursed myself. I am so stupid.
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What a sweet post. I'm at the 3 month stage with my little girl and am completely fascinated by her. It seems like every day she is discovering something new. It is so wonderful to see the world through her eyes. I hope you didn't jinx yourself either. :)
I've been feeding my string bean baby butter, whole milk, whole yogurt, half and half (among other things)...and she is STILL not on the charts for weight. She is 19 months, 19 pounds, and 30 inches tall. The ped assures me that there is nothing to worry about, just keep plying her with FATS. But in the back of my mind I think I'd feel better if she just gained one measly pound.
Fifteen months is a very sweet age, indeed. With my 19 month old girls I'm starting to feel a bit in la la land. Kind of like the girl with the curl? When they're good, they're very very good and when they're bad they're horrible.
Cheers!
That is wonderful news about her weight! What great progress
Yay for Emmie! I knew the Dr's were freaking you out for nothing way back when.
Did you know the AAP is now recommending babies stay bacwards facing in their carseat until age 2 now???! That's insane. I can't imagine too many people are going to comply. I know you're thinking, her legs won't have enough room. I guess they rationalize it by saying better to have broken legs than a head/neck injury. At any rate, enjoy little Emmie at this precious stage.
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