Made funny faces. Reached for the clock on the wall. Unpacked my purse for me. Played with my keys...
And perhaps lounged a little.
When the doc came in, she allowed herself to be measured, although she swatted at him and pushed his hands away. Cailin was taken with the thingy they use to look in her ears though, she thought that was pretty cool. She sat on the scale and allowed herself to be weighed, even keeping her arms way up in the air to avoid touching anything. It was funny.
The verdict:
21 lbs even, 55 percentile
30" tall, 75 percentile
19" head, 95 percentile (my kid's got a HUGE brain)
Cailin is extremely healthy. The doc asked what she eats, and I told him EVERYTHING. Except rice. Apparently rice is major 'yuck'.
He asked if she has any words. She says Mom, Dadadad, Papa, puppy, ball. He says keep reading to her.
When we went to leave, I asked Cailin to wave bye. She wouldn't. Pooper.
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