Year One Stats!

Today we had Ellie's one year well baby visit, which went well. We got to meet two very sweet four day old babies in the waiting room. Unfortunately, I think the newborns in the waiting room combined with it being Monday (which meant lots of kids in the sick room) meant that our quick visit took nearly two hours. Le sigh. Don't these doctors understand how unruly children can be?

At a year old, Ellie weighs a little over 21 pounds and is 29 1/4 inches tall, both of which put her in the 50th percentile. So she's slowed down a little on the growth curve, but is still a good, healthy size. Her head is over 47 cms around, which puts her int he 95th percentile, where she's been all along. I laughed when the doc said "well, since her head has always been large, and since she's got a dad with a big head, it's nothing to worry about. If her head had all of a sudden got this big, we might have to send her for additional testing." ADDITIONAL TESTING? Nice work, big brained baby.

The doctor was very impressed with Ellie's ability to mimic (she clapped for the doc) and said that her vocabulary is more like that of a 15 month old. Must be all the books she reads. Or the fact that everyone talks to her all the dang time. So that made me feel pretty proud. The doc encouraged us to keep nursing as long as it's working for both of us, especially as we're heading into cold and flu season, but that we can try to get Ellie to drink whole milk if we want. We've offered it to her a couple of times and she doesn't seem to enjoy it, but you know what? I don't blame her. I think I was 12 the last time I drank a glass of milk. Perhaps I'll have her hang out with her Uncle Jake and he can show her how to put away a half gallon in ten seconds or less.

In other news, either Ellie's teeth are really bothering her in the morning, or she's giving up her morning nap. UGH. The second option makes me want to go lay in a ditch, because while she hasn't napped at her usual time the past three days, she also has been a total stinker during the morning hours. It's not like she's not napping because she's content and well rested. She is just fighting me every step of the way until she finally passes out in the car. Look kid, I gave you plenty of time to sleep while were at our house, so now snooze on the way home from the errands that had to get run, whether you were tired or not. I'm hoping once those teeth come in, she'll go back to settling down for a snooze around 10am.