she thought it was great fun to rip up the paper that covered the table in the exam room. and i covered up her lady bits, 'cause you know...
this is kaiser's sad attempt at decorating those boring exam room walls.
before the doc arrived to check her out.
the stats:
she weighs 20.8 pounds, which puts her in 36% of growth percentile based on other kids her age. although the doc said this wasn't really anything to worry about - the average 1-year-old is only 21.8 pounds. big whoop. 1 pound. and she's 2'5", which is only 1 inch less than the average. this puts her in 39% of growth percentile for length. but again, she's got a big ass head - 64% of growth percentile. my kid's got a bigger-than-average nugget. shocker. hey, you've gotta have extra room for all that cuteness. heh.
somehow, i magically had to go to the bathroom as we were waiting for the nurse to come in and administer the FOUR shots the bean had to have today. i was actually prepared to wait it out, but the hub gave me an exasperated look and said "go. just GO." muahahahahaha.
that nurse must've been around the corner as i walked out, because i was just getting down to business when i heard the bean cry out. my heart just melted and i rushed through washing my hands and getting outta there, but as i opened the door, the hub was already walking out of the exam room, with tears rolling down the bean's face.
two in one arm, and one in each leg. ouch.
as the hub took off for work, the bean and i headed to target, which is just down the street. i strapped her in the carrier, and she drifted off blissfully into a nap as we walked through the store. and she looked so peaceful that i didn't want to move her into the car seat, so i put the bags in the car and headed towards the nail salon across the parking lot. whee! i was way overdue for a pedicure, and i sank happily into the chair and turned on the massage function.
the bean woke up as my toes were getting polished, and she was quiet and curious as she looked around at the smiling faces in the salon. i'm pretty lucky in that i can take her with me for things like that, and when she's in the carrier with the hood on, most folks hardly realize i've got a person strapped to me while being attended to. ha!
she got right back into climbing up onto the couch and torturing mollydog when we got home, so i think she's gonna be just fine. what shots?
oh - yesterday, we tried out a different class at gymboree. she's outgrown her current class level, but the classes in the next level up are all on bad days/times for us. boo. so when i saw this "multi-level" class, i decided to give it a shot.
it was full of older kids, with the one kid closest to her age still 4 months ahead. boo. she was pretty overwhelmed at the rambunctiousness and activity of the class, so we won't be going back. but she got a stamp on her hand at the end of the class, which she found...well, i'll let this picture tell you what she thought of it.
i'm looking forward to the weekend - fun at the choc walk with the teen, the bean's first haircut, and our photo shoot with crissy! i can't wait. it's going to be a jam-packed couple of days, and that's okay. bring it on!
