y’all remember my finger-boot-wearing, ball-popping-toy loving, all-food-eating, Dora-obsessed, bald-headed baby?
Well, she went to the doctor for her 15-month check-up, erm, yes, a little late…since we forgot to go to the first appointment…
(side note: why don’t prediatricians call you to let you know that you have an appointment coming up? my OB calls, my family doctor calls, my eye doctor calls, hell, even my hairdresser calls!! it would be incredibly helpful and certainly in their best interest…because surely i can’t be the only mother who has forgotten about an appointment she mafde months before? right?)
anyway, my little porker is now 23.5 pounds and 31 inches (i think!) which puts her at 70% for both height and weight. our little Bellezilla. she’s going to overtake Emily and Joshie sooner than we’d thought (since Josh’s not yet 30 pounds and Emily weighs a whopping 31!).
Since my older two were chicken-y as babies, both riding the curve at 15% for weight their entire lives, i prayed this time around for a FAT baby. i wanted a baby with giant rolls for legs and chubby feet and arms and i wanted that bracelet-effect that babies get on their wrists. i wanted to smoosh a baby and bounce back.
well…my prayers were answered. Isabella is deliciously round. She’s got wonderful rolls and a tubby little pillsbury dough boy-ish tummy. i can already see that she’s started to lose it. in her arms, her thighs, her face…she’s thinning out. it’s all the walking. and the dancing. (note to self…take up Dora dancing…). but i sure am loving it while it’s here!
