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The Weekly Peanut, Issue 48

Fishies @ the Doctor

  Daphne ended last week with her 18 month check up at the doctor.  Due to a work overlap, I had to reschedule and ended up seeing a new doctor, Dr. Gellert.  Dr. Gellert was nice enough, but she was running SO. FAR. BEHIND. We were in the exam room for almost 45 minutes while my sweet angelic (cough) toddler gradually devolved into a turd.   Either way, I was too proud of my growing peanut to be too put out by it.  D is firmly on the 75th percentile for length! She grew almost 3 inches these past 3 months (most kids slow down this second year).  She only gained about 1.5 lbs though (wouldn't we all like to be 3 inches taller and only gain 1.5 lbs... *sigh*).  "Tall and thin, we should all have this problem!" said Dr. Gellert.  I lifted my eyebrows and said she definitely didn't get it from my side of the family. 

Daphne has been enjoying all her XMas presents, but she is hell on wheels (literally) with her new shopping cart.  It's like demolition derby with that thing and she tears around corners and rams into everything, including our poor dog.  Anyone know how to check on Sainthood status with the Vatican?

D is still loving animals.  While I cooked breakfast Saturday morning, I left the live action 101 Dalmatians on for her.  It was, clearly, an excellent choice.

still a big fan of the swings

Saturday afternoon I took D to check out a new (to us) playground (the rec center at goldenrod/426).  It was VERY busy with lots of kids who looked a little old for a typical playground, but we were game to give it a shot.  Started out on the swings (always a good idea with my kid).  Then, as if the universe heard my previous indictment of little girls on playgrounds (I'd link to last week's peanut, but SquareSpace is doing some editor layout changes and I don't feel like figuring it out at the moment), Daphne met Maya.  Maya, who looked to be around 4 or 5, took one look at D pulling herself up the stairs and instantly morphed into a mother hen.  She picked D up for all the stairs (even if D didn't need the help, I'll never forget D's eyes getting huge and surprised when she'd be lugged up a stair but, to her credit, she bore it admirably), took her down all the slides, and held her hand around the playground, fending off the larger and less considerate kids.  She may have been more careful and hovering than D would have liked, but I couldn't get over what a sweet and considerate little girl she was.  When her mom called her over to go home, I gently tapped her mom on the shoulder and let her know what a special and considerate little girl she had.  I got this awkward side-eye and dismissive "Oh, Thanks" before she dove back into the conversation she was having with another parent.  I guess she never saw anything her little girl did, which seemed to be a common theme among the other parents at this playground (my kid may have been the smallest but I was the only one actively keeping and eye on my kid while she played).  Does this sound judgmental? I am trying not to pass judgement on other parents, but if a stranger came up and complimented my child not on her cuteness, but on the quality of her character? I think I could have managed something a bit more genuine than a stank face and a dismissal.  

Maya helps D down the slide

Sunday we FINALLY got to have GOOD WEATHER for a day at Epcot (we have been cursed with unseasonably hot days every single time we go there).  Our first stop, as always, was Spaceship Earth.  We had a little bit better luck with the picture capture this time...

We spent a lot of time at The Seas this trip, D being such a fishy fan and all.  She enjoyed it so much we decided to give Finding Nemo a try later when we got home, and it held her attention more than any other feature we've attempted with her.  

D was remarkably well-behaved and high energy the whole day.  When she started getting cranky/hungry we had some drama over the chicken nuggets and fries at first (I have a new theory, other kids get overtired, she gets overhungry: we wait to long to feed her and she rejects everything we offer her), but once she got over it she actually put away almost the entire adult order.  She continued to be on reasonably good behavior (with YGG to watch on my phone, of course) while Ian and I enjoyed our usual lunch at the San Angel Inn.  D met a puppet in China as big as she was, hugging ensued.  

By that time it was almost 2 and I kept expecting her to be DONE, but, other than refusing to ride in the stroller, she was still going with the flow, so we went over to the Figment ride.  Last time she seemed a little scared during the loud train sounds, but she barely flinched this time around.  D's new word that she definitely understands is RIDE.  "D, Do you want to go on the Norway boat ride?" "Ride ride RIIIIIIDE!"  After figment we turned D loose in the light up music play space to see what she'd do.  WOW.  THAT was her place.  After nearly ten minutes of her trotting around in circles, she still got really mad when we had to leave.  D was also remarkably territorial: any time another kid was bogarting a square she wanted to stand on, she'd start pinning them with this unblinking stare and then gradually invade the kid's personal space until they backed off.  Then she would grin and prance around her newly acquired square.  Ian and I watched her do this TWICE.  Remind me not to play Risk with my daughter. Ever. 

Yes, my kid is wearing a Deathly Hallows shirt. Team Slytherin, baby.

Every day with my kid is an exercise in extremes: one minute she's squeezing my neck, planting a giant MWAHHHH on my mouth and saying "ahluffooo mahmee," the next she's screaming at me for offering her the chicken that she just asked me for.  Never a dull moment!

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