Friday, December 22, 2006 by Amy
Bah! Why is Blogger being so retarded lately!! I can't upload photos to save my life!
The girls had their check-ups today. Avery is 19 pounds (fully clothed) and 28 inches. That's about 15th percentile for both. So still rear-facing in the car seat. Her head circumference is above the 95th percentile. Once again, like always, the doctor didn't trust the nurse's head measurement and remeasured it. Yup, she's big-headed. Riley is 36 1/2 inches tall and 32 1/2 pounds fully clothed. She's about 50th for height and 75th for weight. Her growth has really slowed down. Avery got three shots, and she's none worse for the wear so far. I had told Riley that she was going to get shots, just in case she had to. Turns out our doctor in Missoula hasn't sent her shot records yet, so we put it off until they get here. After observing Avery being held down hand and foot, screaming while getting her shots, Riley says "My turn!" And she was disappointed that she didn't get shots. What?!
Avery is really starting to walk now. She's taking about five steps at a time and not only when walking to someone. She sometimes stands up and just starts walking somewhere. How cool! Just as exciting the second time around. It looks rather funny since she's so small.
I'm making progress on assembling Riley and Avery's kitchen in the garage. It's so secretive that I feel like I'm building a bomb or something. I'm rather impressed with the quality, especially considering that it is relatively inexpensive for a wooden kitchen. It seems really sturdy and well-designed. And the paint job is great.
So Riley graced us with a litany of adult-like language and attitude today on the way home from the doctor's office. Follows is a sampling, word-for-word, of what she was saying: "I have to make you a Christmas present. First of all, I need alligator wrapping paper, but I have no ribbons or tape...I'm not making your present yet because it's not Christmas yet and you have to be good all the way to Christmas!...I'm not talking to you until you stop being a brat!...Do you understand what I'm saying? Why are you not listening to me?...Mommy, what did I tell you?...Mommy, you will NOT talk to me like that!...Fine I'm not making you a present until you stop being a stupid brat!" Holy cow, she's a pistol, as my grandmother would say! What sounds mild coming from my mouth, like saying "freakin'" sounds awful coming from a toddler. And I'm not proud to admit it, and I'm not sure if I should, but during her tirade, I said very, very, very under my breath "lick my butt, kid." Rudi laughed and I hear from the back seat "Mommy I will NOT lick your butt!!" That girl's ears are supersonic. So I just threw up my hands.
The girls had their check-ups today. Avery is 19 pounds (fully clothed) and 28 inches. That's about 15th percentile for both. So still rear-facing in the car seat. Her head circumference is above the 95th percentile. Once again, like always, the doctor didn't trust the nurse's head measurement and remeasured it. Yup, she's big-headed. Riley is 36 1/2 inches tall and 32 1/2 pounds fully clothed. She's about 50th for height and 75th for weight. Her growth has really slowed down. Avery got three shots, and she's none worse for the wear so far. I had told Riley that she was going to get shots, just in case she had to. Turns out our doctor in Missoula hasn't sent her shot records yet, so we put it off until they get here. After observing Avery being held down hand and foot, screaming while getting her shots, Riley says "My turn!" And she was disappointed that she didn't get shots. What?!
Avery is really starting to walk now. She's taking about five steps at a time and not only when walking to someone. She sometimes stands up and just starts walking somewhere. How cool! Just as exciting the second time around. It looks rather funny since she's so small.
I'm making progress on assembling Riley and Avery's kitchen in the garage. It's so secretive that I feel like I'm building a bomb or something. I'm rather impressed with the quality, especially considering that it is relatively inexpensive for a wooden kitchen. It seems really sturdy and well-designed. And the paint job is great.
So Riley graced us with a litany of adult-like language and attitude today on the way home from the doctor's office. Follows is a sampling, word-for-word, of what she was saying: "I have to make you a Christmas present. First of all, I need alligator wrapping paper, but I have no ribbons or tape...I'm not making your present yet because it's not Christmas yet and you have to be good all the way to Christmas!...I'm not talking to you until you stop being a brat!...Do you understand what I'm saying? Why are you not listening to me?...Mommy, what did I tell you?...Mommy, you will NOT talk to me like that!...Fine I'm not making you a present until you stop being a stupid brat!" Holy cow, she's a pistol, as my grandmother would say! What sounds mild coming from my mouth, like saying "freakin'" sounds awful coming from a toddler. And I'm not proud to admit it, and I'm not sure if I should, but during her tirade, I said very, very, very under my breath "lick my butt, kid." Rudi laughed and I hear from the back seat "Mommy I will NOT lick your butt!!" That girl's ears are supersonic. So I just threw up my hands.
