She went to the pediatrican today for her checkup. She endured three shots, was told to lose the pacifier at bedtime (about time), and to watch for walking on tiptoes (which she does sometimes). The doctor was particularly impressed that she loves to eat prunes.
Stats
| age | height | weight | head size |
| 18 months | 33½ in. | 24 lb. 14½ oz. | 18¼ in. |
| 12 months | data missing) | ||
| 9 months | 28¾ in. | 19 lb., 3 oz. | 17¼ in. |
| 6 months | 27¾ in. | 18 lb., 2 oz. | 16¾ in. |
| 3 months | 24 in. | 14 lb., 6 oz. | 15½ in. |
| 2 months | 23½ in. | 11 lb., 14 oz. | 15 in. |
Milestones
Too many to list. Let’s just say that the changes from day to day are one again occuring at a blinding rate. This morning, I mentioned to Michelle that I would get out a festive bowl to put Isabella’s cantiloupe into (a pink plastic salad bowl, in fact). Isabella overheard this and decided that she needed to get out a bowl, so she went over to the cupboard, got out a small glass custard dish, and handed it to me. Brilliant, I tell you, brilliant.
She also seems to be coming close to forming phrases and sentences. This amazes and scares me all at same time, as I see it as an indicator of how quickly she is growing up. I’ve already corrected myself whenever I call her a baby, as she’s now a full-grown toddler.
Her streak of independence is now canyon-sized: she refuses to wear a bib, wants to get in and out of her car seat herself, and wants to be carried less. She is not shy from telling you off if you do not listen to what she wants.
She also knows how to give someone a proper hug. I can’t describe how good it is to have your child walk up to you and fling their arms around you. You just have to experience it yourself.