Took Little Sis to the doctor Friday for a checkup. She weighs 21 pounds, 10 ounces and is 27 1/4 inches tall. Still in the 10th percentile heightwise, meaning 90% of one-year-olds are taller than she is. Finally got caught up on her immunizations, her hemocrit was fine, and Doc says it's time to wean her off formula and baby food.
We've been letting her feed herself bits and pieces of our dinner this week, and now she won't hardly eat baby food anymore. She loves cheese. And birthday cake and ice cream:
(Hey, Bridgie -- e-mail me the birthday pictures, would ya? And remember to shrink them first.)
It's almost time for her first haircut. I'm not really ready for that yet, but her little forelock is starting to get in her eyes, so I'll have to do something about it soon. Tried a couple of different kinds of barrettes, but they don't stay in very long. Tried to do a little ponytail, too, but she squirms so much I can't get it fastened without hurting her.
She can stand alone, but doesn't think she can. She's steady on her feet holding on to nothing but my hair, so we're working on that.
She chatters incessantly in her own little language that none of us can understand; Mikey says she must be Pentecostal, because she's already speaking in tongues.
She's gone horse-crazy already -- she's in love with her big furry rocking horse. She's not interested in riding it, though. She just pets it and lays her head on it and loves on it all day long, which is almost unbearably cute.
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