Your month started with a visit to the pediatric dentist to see about your odd bottom tooth. It turns out that at some point, you broke it. And not just a little crack, either, but totally broke at the roots. So the reason it looked so weird was because it was slowly falling out. When the dentists saw the x-rays, they were all quite concerned and they made time that same afternoon for us to come back and have it taken out. Fortunately, it was a quick operation; it only took about 20 minutes. You seemed to do pretty well--you were crying when you came back, of course, but you settled down right away when the nurse gave you to me. The left side of your mouth was a little bruised from where they had to hold it open, and of course you had a terribly ugly hole in your gum. We gave you some extra ibuprofin the next day, but you went right back to eating everything in sight, so that was good. They even sent the actual tooth part home with us, which made me laugh at first but was actually quite nice of them. They also gave you a balloon, which was by far the best part of the whole deal.
The middle of the month was fairly quiet. We went to the park a lot, because it's right on the way home from Corbin's pre-school. If you're not too tired, Grandma or Grandpa will walk down to the park with you while I pick up Corbin. Then we'll all drive home together. You love to swing--you'll swing and swing until you're almost falling asleep. But you love to climb, too, and you like to go down the slides. There was one afternoon that we managed to get into the perfect rhythm of me catching you at the bottom of a slide, and then you climbing up the stairs and sliding down the slide again. It was great for about 5 minutes.
You've been playing with your clothes lately. You'll bring us a sweater to put on you. You brought Grandma a hat one day. You'll put on Corbin's shoes or hats. We bought you a new dresser this month, that has bins that you can reach on your own. You celebrated by pulling out the pants bin and then making me help you put on 7 pairs of pants at one time.
You continue to want to eat whatever and whenever anyone else does, but you're also starting to insist on eating however we do, too. I came down to breakfast this morning and you were fussing because Dad had given you dry cereal in a bowl and no spoon. I said, "Do you want milk in your cereal, Miriam?" and you perked right up. I can't blame you--4 other people sit around the table eating cereal with milk and a spoon, so why shouldn't you? I found a baby knife in the drawer the other day, so I've started giving you pieces of fruit just a bit larger than bite sized and letting you stab at them with your knife. You don't manage to cut them very often, but it makes you happy to try.
You are 18 months old, so it was time for your next check up. You are in the 6th percentile in weight for girls who are your height, up from the 3rd percentile, so we were happy about that. The funny part was that your head size is in the 53rd percentile. That explains why your 12 month old shirts wouldn't fit over your head anymore. You're perfectly healthy otherwise, but they still gave you four shots and drew blood. You would have gotten away with 3 shots, but apparently in CA, they have to vaccinate for Hepatitis A as well as B and C. Which probably means that the rest of us should get vaccinated, too. Lucky us.
Grandma also decided that it was time for some professional portraits of you, which of course we decided after I gave you a little haircut. It was a good thing that turned out well, otherwise we would have had to wait on those pictures. Normally, you like having your picture taken, but you were nervous enough about being in the little portrait studio that you kept trying to sit on my lap. Despite that, the photographer got good enough shots that if I were employed right now, I might have gotten more prints than we did. Maybe I'm biased, but you're an awfully cute baby girl, missing tooth and all.
Love,
Mom
Gap tooth smile:
Oh, my.
At the park:
Not really enjoying the haircut:
Portraits:
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