She had her 2-year checkup this past Friday and thankfully, no shots were needed! We tried in vain to get her to talk to the doctor (so he could hear for himself that she could says words he could understand). At the end of the visit, he was heading for the door and said, “Bye bye Taylor.” She waved and said, “bye bye.”
I forget how much she weighs but she’s 36 inches long (3 ft tall at 2!). She’s in the 90th percentile on height, weight, and head circumference. That means that only 10% of kids are taller than her, weigh more than her and, um, have bigger heads than her. 🙂 I asked the doctor if we should be concerned about her weight and the answer was an emphatic, “no.” She’s 90th percentile across the board – she’s in proportion. If she were short and in the 90th percentile on weight, we’d have a problem.
Now for the promised Taylor stories. A few cute things that she’s done that I’ve written down…
She’s recently become attached to some of her stuffed animals. There’s her Care Bear (which I can’t describe a toddler voice in writing but trust me, it’s cute). We also have Duck Duck and Bullup (emphasis on the first syllable, say it fast). It’s a duck that quacks when you squeeze it and a frog that croaks when you squeeze it. How’d she get “bullup” you may ask? When she tries to copy the sound it makes, she says, “bullup bullup.” They are a matched set – you CANNOT have one without the other.
New addition to the morning routine: brushing our teeth! I wait and brush my teeth with her so she sees how to do it. She brushes her own teeth while I’m doing mine (she has a toothpaste that’s safe to swallow). When I spit she looks at me wide-eyed and says, “Goodness mama!” She has recently started leaning over into the sink to spit – nothing yet but she’s trying.
And now, a bathtime story. As many of you know, we have a big cup we use to wet and rinse her hair. In bath one night last week she took great pleasure in taking a sip from the cup and then spitting it out. She laughed and squealed every time! And she did it a lot. For the record, that’s when I realized it’s time to start teaching her to spit after brushing teeth. 🙂
Last but not least, a bedtime story. Last weekend she was pooped. After a late dinner on Friday, she crawled up in my lap and put her head on my shoulder and went to sleep. After awhile (I was enjoying holding that sleeping baby!) we decided to change her clothes and put her to bed without bath. The next night was looking like a repeat. Brian & I talked about it and said that we could give her a bath in the morning. She feebly pushed up and said, “iwan baf.” The she pushed her way down and ran down the hall saying, “I want bath.”
Oh yeah, she can open doors now too. She’s gone into our room and gotten my chapstick of my nightstand and when she wants bath she tells us and heads into the bathroom. Closed door? What closed door? It’s time to break out the child proof doorknob thingies! I’m not crazy about them b/c I’m not very good at working them myself. It should be interesting.