The Weekly Peanut, Issue 22
I keep telling myself that at some point there won't be a Weekly Peanut. I'd planned at one year to switch it to the Monthly Nugget (because she's not such a peanut anymore! ), but I find myself still having plenty to post about every week. So we'll keep it weekly, I suppose, until I have trouble finding material. For now this kid is a veritable fount I tell you!
Friday was Daphne's big 1-year check up at the doctor! I was reminded yet again of why I book Dr. Trout for all these appointments: she's frickin' awesome. Daphne, the wonder baby, was crawling up the giant steps that are for bigger kids to get themselves up onto the exam table; nobody told D that. It's funny how, when you tell yourself something enough, your brain starts to make it a reality. I told myself over and over how teeny Daphne was (to be fair, most of the babies she is around are HUGE) and worrying she would always be tiny. My mom gave me my growth stick that has all my heights marked from birth on it, and I'm using it to track Daphne now, too. Daphne was about the same size as me at birth. Around the 10.5 month mark, I stood Daphne next to the stick just to see how she was doing so far. She was almost a full 2 inches below where I was at one year! I took this as horrendous news: I was NOT a big child. I was always one of the smallest kids in every class. I never had a real growth spurt, and here's Daphne, SMALLER than me? Lord, this poor child will top out at 5 feet! She'll need stools to reach her cabinets! She'll need special boosters to drive a car! (See the insanity of mom brain?) How are her stats for those of you thinking of drafting Daphne for the Fantasy Baby League? Head circumference: 50th percentile (has stayed there the whole time), weight: 10th percentile at 18lb 8oz (gulp! tiny peanut!), and length.... 29.75 inches!! That's closer to the 70th percentile!!! WTF, BABY?! That also means she grew ALMOST 3 INCHES since that 10.5 month measuring I did! HOLY COW, KID! NO WONDER YOU'RE CRANKY! I'm still a little bowled over by that, D was near the 70th at her 4 week check up, but since that has been dipping down to 50 and even lower. Dr. Trout said, and I quote "Whatever you're doing, it's perfect, keep it up, she is AWESOME!" (which, of course, I think, but it's nice to hear a medical professional back up my mom thoughts).
Dr. Trout also answered every other little nagging mom question in my head: Daphne's gapped teeth? Nothing to worry about. In fact? She told me it could potentially be a good thing down the line when her adult teeth come in, because it means her jaw has enough room to accommodate them. Go figure. Daphne not really saying "mama" or "dada"? Dr. Trout, when I asked that, looked down at Daphne, bouncing around the room, babbling and pointing and grunting at everything, and actually arched an eyebrow at me before saying, "I really wouldn't worry about it. She seems to be talking plenty, and many kids don't do association words until 14 or 15 months." Hmmm, ok. Then when Dr. Trout was examining D up on the table, D stood up and kept trying to walk around on the table (which has about a 3-4" pad on it. Dr. Trout's eyes got HUGE when Daphne wobbled a little but caught herself and said "Wow... I have NEVER seen a kid with that kind of balance at this age." So, there you have it, my child is the WONDER PEANUT! We have noticed her balance getting pretty good recently, she's made some turns and righted herself at times I'd thought she'd fall.
This has been a week full of transitions. Big ones. Now that we have the official ok from the doctor, Daphne's diet is changing considerably. No foods are off limits any more, only choking hazards to worry about. The biggest transition of all? Daphne no longer needs breast milk as a primary source of nourishment. So Friday evening, Daphne tried her first cow's milk. It was cold. She didn't seem to care. Slurped it right down.
Daphne is also transitioning at day care: out of the infant room and into the toddler room. I seem to be taking it harder than her. The ladies at day care are making it a very gradual transition, still letting her nap in the baby room and go back and forth. I think it's really exciting to see her making friends in the toddler room, though. She's back with Gemma and Mora (D's friends from the good ol' days) . When I drop D off, Gemma runs over and they grin at each other like crazy and poke each other in the stomach. There's another little girl who's a little bit older, Faith, who is just the cutest tiny thing. She talks constantly, but I can usually not understand ANY of it, she sounds like a little mouse. When I walked in with Daphne this morning, Faith came CHARGING up to me SQUEALING "Da-fi-neeee! Da-fi-neeeee!!!!" and reaching up to squeeze D's hand and smile at her. STOP. SERIOUSLY, KID, I CAN'T TAKE IT. Daphne also got sent home with dirty clothes. This used to happen all the time, but it was different this time because instead of the outfit being covered with food/spit up, it was covered in ACTUAL DIRT from playing outside. Wow.
Little Miss Opinionated is very fond of the point-and-grunt right now. Unfortunately, it's usually pointing-and-grunting at things she can't have (the hot stove, the hot oven, knives in the dishwasher). This is generally how it will go: Daphne: *points* Enh? Me: What do you want, honey? D: *points* Enh! Enh! Me: No, Honey, Hot stove, No Touchy! D: *points* ENNNHHH!!!!!! Me: Sorry, No, Honey. D: EEEEEEEEEEIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAA (that's the sound that could break glass). Oy.
Sometimes she'll ask for something I can give her, though. Last week, My dad brought her some new clothes for her birthday (mostly 24 month stuff), but I'd detagged it all and put it in the hamper. Daphne, as she is wont to do, was digging through the hamper, tossing dirty clothes around. She grabbed one of her new frilly sequined sundresses and brought it over to me. Me: Oh, thank you. (This is my response whenever she hands me anything, frequently it's a piece of nigh invisible lint). D: *Points at the dress* Ba Ba Thpppptt ah buh. Me: .... You want to wear the dress? D: Ungh. So, I put it on her, over her clothes. It's big on her, but she proceeded to parade around the living room in it, shredding paper towels, and overall looking like the cutest bag lady ever.
The weekend was fun! Ian had been asking for some daddy-daughter time, so Katy & I ran away to have a lady brunch at Dexter's while Ian proceeded to parade Daphne all over town on errands. Apparently she put on quite the show at Best Buy. She performed her "knock the Blu-rays off the shelf" routine for strangers, and when she got the desired reaction, she proceeded to repeat this routine ad nauseum as Ian tried to keep up with replacing everything on the shelf.
We made an awesome new discovery this weekend, the "Splash Pad." It's worthy of its own post entirely, so I'm going to save that for later this week.
We are working on transitioning out of the breastfeeding. Sort of. Today will mark the first day that I officially don't pump at all. WOW. Simultaneously scary and liberating. She still nurses when she's with me, but for day care we're going to use up our freezer store of milk, then transition to cow milk. Today is also the first day that I packed a lunch for D to take to day care.
Daphne has a new "thing" that's going to make it pretty difficult for me to quit nursing entirely. She'll latch on, then after a minute or so she'll look up at me and grab at my neck. If I let her pull me down toward her, she'll pop off and smile and go "Ahhhhhh!" and pull me down for a kiss. Guhhhh. Mommy mush. This morning she did it about 5 times. I think it's my new favorite thing, right behind the hugs. She's doing a lot more of those. Most nights these days, I'd say in about the 20 minutes before bath time, she'll curl up on Ian's or my lap and just snuggle for a while. Then she'll take her bath and put all her little toys away at the end, and I'll look at Ian and ask him how we got so lucky.
Then there are the times she screams at me from the backseat, because she has chucked her pacifier out of her reach. *Sigh*