Talia had her 1 year well baby check yesterday, and I can no longer deny that she is one year old. The checkup went really well....she weighs 19 lbs, 10 oz, and is 29 inches long.
She's dropped to 29th percentile in weight, instead of the 35th, which is normal when kids become more active. she's 50th percentile in height, and 70th percentile in head circumference (my kids get big heads from their FATHER). She did the best she's ever done at the doctor...let him examine her without crying or fighting, showed him all her new skills (and her development is right on track, too!) and was her normal sweet, happy self. She only cried for a minute with her shots, and when they poked her thumb for the iron test, she was eating a Dum-Dum, so she barely even noticed. After the sucker....
She had it everywhere, but she seemed to enjoy it. She was a little cranky yesterday when her doses of Motrin or Tylenol wore off, but was great once redosed. She slept good last night, and woke her normal happy, sweet self this morning. And best of all, the shots didn't make her leg swell up this time. Yay!!!
Today is a "me" day...My hair stylist is back from maternity leave, so I'm getting my hair done finally...Now, it may not seem like a big deal to most people, waiting 7 weeks, but my hair is completely gray. I have to get it colored every 5 weeks, and that's pushing my limits, because my hair grows really fast. Right now I have a huge white stripe running down my head. The only saving grace has been that my actual haircut has grown out well. My hair (besides being gray) is curly and thick, and there's just so much of it. Janelle (my stylist) has to do a lot of "texturizing" (taking the extra weight out) with both a razor and texturizing shears so that my hair doesn't grow out and look like a triangle on my head. Usually by 5 weeks, I'm almost ready to buzz all my hair off....and even though Janelle told me if I really couldn't wait, she's make special arrangements to come back early for 1 day to do my hair...I really didn't want to interrupt her maternity leave if I could stand my hair long enough. For once, my hair cooperated. Today, however, I intend to bask in the bliss of having my hair look pretty again.