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Monday, December 24, 2007

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! Christmas cards will be late this year, as is everything in our lives. However, here are a few cute pictures of our little girl to make up for it until you get the cute picture card in the mail. She is doing well, except for getting splinters in her fingers at the park today that I had to try to dig out (unsuccessfully) with a needle tonight. I hope they don't get infected. But she's ready for santa to show up! Our love to you all.

Monday, December 10, 2007

15 month stats

Here are Aidan's 15 month stats (from memory):

Height: 31 3/4 inches (85-90%-tile)

Weight: 23.15 pounds (70%-tile)

Head: 18 inches around (48%-tile)

She got a clean bill of health from the doctor, had two shots, and a finger stick blood draw to check her iron levels and make sure she's not anemic any more. She screamed and cried through most of the appointment, which the doctor said was totally developmentally appropriate. He said by 2 years, it usually stops. Hooray! Developmentally, she's way ahead of her expected milestones, particularly in the areas of gross and fine motor skills. He said being so far ahead was the sign of a talented and gifted child. Christianne said, "I bet you tell all the parents that." Dr. Denison said, "No, I don't." However she turns out, she's perfect to us, but it is nice to have the doctor confirm our thoughts that Aidan's awfully smart.

Last night, Aidan asked to be picked up while we were in the kitchen. She pointed to the sweet potato on the counter and said "Uhh...Iwan" (translation: "Hey! I want!" I tried to put her down so I could cook the sweet potato, since eating it raw seems like a bad idea. She wouldn't let me put her down, so I explained to her that I understood that she wanted the sweet potato and that I had to cook it so she could eat it and in order to do that, I had to put her down because I couldn't hold her and cook the potato at the same time. I then asked her if I could put her down so I could cook her potato. She nodded her head and released her legs from the death-grip she had on my hip and I cooked her sweet potato and she ate a ton of it.

Scary, no?

The reasoning trick did not work for enticing her to wear her warmer coat this morning, she insisted on her favorite one, but I'm hopeful I might be able to reason with her again in the near future.

That's it for now. More pictures later!