Today we went in for Molly's 15 month well baby visit. She clocked in at:
Height: 31.75in (87th percentile)
Weight: 21lbs (50th percentile)
Head: missed the measurement but was in the 80th percentile
So in the last three months she grew 1.75 inches and only put on 1 pound. She's a tall skinny bean...I feel like that can officially be from me! (With the exception of that 80th percentile head. That is NOT me.)
Doctors appointments suck. They take forever (2 hours door to door) and shots are getting way worse as she gets older. I swear she knew what was coming. As soon as the nurses came back in the room with the little shot tray, she starting crying and pinching her thighs.
The nurses are so funny though - they always tell me that "she's so cute" and "I don't want her to be mad at me."
But, alas, she does get mad at them. That's what happens when you stab a cute baby with a very sharp very tiny stick. Three times in one minute.
Coming soon: adorable pictures from our antics in Cincinnati this last weekend!
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