1/23/10

I finally got Laney in for her 18 month checkup, at 19.5 months. She had gotten sick the last two times I scheduled her well visit. Oh well. She is 34 inches tall and is in the 95th percentile for height. She weighed 23 pounds, still, and is in the 30th percentile now. Her head is 45 cm which is about 17.5 inches around. No idea what percentile that is.
We tried taking Laney out to dinner a few times in the last weeks. She has about 20 minutes worth of good behavior in her, and then we have to take turns dealing with her, which means that we get to eat in about 4 minutes flat. Not fun for anyone.

Laney started fighting us last week about bedtime. She woke up last Thursday at 3:45am, and never went back to sleep, so neither did we. Patrick and I were so wiped out the next day that we had to take naps in the afternoon, and went to bed at 9pm Friday and Saturday night. Putting Laney to bed since then has been a fight and she cries a lot in her crib. She really just wants to stay up reading books with us. I have been putting her to bed after lots of books and singing, and then feeling heartbroken when she cries as I leave the room. She doesn't cry for long, but I feel bad anyhow. Tonight was no different, with one exception: she put her hands together all on her own when it was time to say her prayers. It was so endearing that I started crying as we said the Children's Prayer together. I will try to teach her to say "amen" at the end of our nightly prayer.
Speaking of words, she has been really talking a lot more this week. She will say mommy and daddy, and tries peoples names when asked. She is really good at Sean, surprisingly, and started repeating shit after she heard Patrick say it. Of course he thinks it is funny, so he eggs her on and much to my dismay, she repeats it with glee.
This week she had to play indoors all the time because we had rain every day. She was stir crazy by today and I am so glad that we could take her to the park this afternoon. It was so sad when we were there because she was walking around not looking up, and walked full face into the side of the children's slide and knocked herself down. She was stunned and very upset for a few minutes. Poor girl. By the time I realized she wasn't looking where she was going, it was too late for me to stop her!

Patrick and I were looking at old pictures of her tonight and reminiscing. She seems like such a grown up big girl now. At Mr. Taco, she sat on the booth bench next to Patrick and ate rice, beans, and guacamole from a regular spoon and fork. She had a cup of water with a straw from the restaurant, and just looked so pleased to be eating like a big girl. What happened to my little baby that used to sit on the table in her baby carrier? Can't wait to see what tomorrow has in store. We are taking her to Sea World for the first time tomorrow :)