The Numbers Are In!

Dearest Sammie Girl,

Last month, I would've sworn that you hit a major growth spurt. You were growing out of your 12 month clothes faster than I could say "pass the Cheerios, please" and my poor old back was having a harder time holding you for extended periods of time (see the Cheerios comment above). The change was so noticeable that I halfway expected you to have gained six inches and fifty pounds in the last three months.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

They weighed and measured you at your doctor's appointment yesterday; you're now nearly 23 pounds and 29 inches tall. As in, you've grown a measely inch and a half and have gained nearly a pound and a half in the past three months. Um...say what? How is it then that your onesies (that were loose in March) are now threatening to become tube tops?

Your father and I don't get it. We demand a recount. I'll keep you posted on what shall heretoafter be known as "measurement-gate"

In other news, last month's cold is now fully explained: teeth. Or, to be more specific, FOUR teeth. You've got two new teeth peeking through on the top of your mouth, and two more that are threatening to break through anyminutenow. The ones that are already showing aren't the typical ones in the middle--they're the ones on the other side of the middle teeth. It makes you look like a Vampire. But a cute vampire, if such a thing exists.

Lastly, and I am so excited to finally be able to post this, you're finally pulling yourself up. To be honest, I was a little worried. You were following every other milestone to the letter in terms of when "most" babies do various things: sitting up at six months? Check. Crawling by nine months? Check. Pulling up by ten months? Um...well, see...not quite.

Then you pulled yourself up on the makeshift drums I've made you with my kitchen bowls. And again on the tub when you were hanging out with me in the bathroom whilst I shaved my legs. And again in the crib when you disagreed with your naptime.

So pulling up is now "check, check and triple check!"

I'd ask when you're planning on walking, but I'm fully aware that when you start walking you're going to segue right into running--and Mama doesn't run. Ever. So, I'm not exactly anxious for the "running after baby because she's taken off yet again" milestone.

Be kind to your mama. Don't make me run too much--please?

Loving you like crazy,

your mama