How Big is Sophie?
So Big!!! Sophie loves this game. She laughs and tries to giggle as you stretch her arms out as far as they will go. She's a big girl and proud of it!
The Stats:
Height: 24.75" (of course it's off the chart)
Weight: 14.5 pounds (chart? what chart?)
Head Circumference: 15.5" (70th percentile)
It was a short visit to the pediatrician today since, as he pointed out, Sophie is obviously doing pretty well. She got her first round of vaccinations, screamed, and then went to sleep. She has been sleeping ever since, except to wake up long enough to eat, of course.
In Genevieve news today we had what I will refer to as the Paprika Incident. Paprika, Genevieve's teddy bear in a pink bunny suit, is the love of her life. She treats Paprika as if she gave birth to her: feeding her, soothing her, and tucking her in on top of her chest every night so Paprika can sleep listening to Genevieve's calming heartbeat. Today Genevieve was drinking a large glass of chocolate milk when she somehow lost her grip on the cup and the drink went everywhere. Paprika was sitting in her chair next to Genevieve and got drenched. Nothing that a quick bath in the washing machine couldn't fix except that it was now nap time. All systems shut down at once and Genevieve began screaming uncontrollably and incoherently. To me it sounded like, "NO WASH PAPRIKA NOT DIRTY CHOCOLATE MILK NO SLEEP NOW NO BATH NO NAP TIME NOW NO SLEEP NO PAPRIKA DIRTY NO NO NO!!!" I considered letting Genevieve nap with Paprika anyway but didn't think soaking more things in chocolate milk was the answer. I told Genevieve that Paprika had to have a bath and would be all clean and warm when she woke up from her nap. The screams got louder. I tried yelling my logic at her, hoping the news that she could not sleep with a milk-soaked Paprika would sink in and she would just accept it. You would think I would know by now not to use logic with a two-year-old but I obviously don't. There was nothing I could do but start washing Paprika and drag Genevieve kicking and screaming to her bed for nap time. There was nothing I could say or do to make the situation better and we both knew it. Genevieve finally cried herself to sleep a few minutes ago. Maybe she passed out from tantrum induced exhaustion.
I think it is time to shop for Paprika II and III, wash them a zillion times so that they are indistinguishable, and hide them so Genevieve will hopefully never know.
The Stats:
Height: 24.75" (of course it's off the chart)
Weight: 14.5 pounds (chart? what chart?)
Head Circumference: 15.5" (70th percentile)
It was a short visit to the pediatrician today since, as he pointed out, Sophie is obviously doing pretty well. She got her first round of vaccinations, screamed, and then went to sleep. She has been sleeping ever since, except to wake up long enough to eat, of course.
In Genevieve news today we had what I will refer to as the Paprika Incident. Paprika, Genevieve's teddy bear in a pink bunny suit, is the love of her life. She treats Paprika as if she gave birth to her: feeding her, soothing her, and tucking her in on top of her chest every night so Paprika can sleep listening to Genevieve's calming heartbeat. Today Genevieve was drinking a large glass of chocolate milk when she somehow lost her grip on the cup and the drink went everywhere. Paprika was sitting in her chair next to Genevieve and got drenched. Nothing that a quick bath in the washing machine couldn't fix except that it was now nap time. All systems shut down at once and Genevieve began screaming uncontrollably and incoherently. To me it sounded like, "NO WASH PAPRIKA NOT DIRTY CHOCOLATE MILK NO SLEEP NOW NO BATH NO NAP TIME NOW NO SLEEP NO PAPRIKA DIRTY NO NO NO!!!" I considered letting Genevieve nap with Paprika anyway but didn't think soaking more things in chocolate milk was the answer. I told Genevieve that Paprika had to have a bath and would be all clean and warm when she woke up from her nap. The screams got louder. I tried yelling my logic at her, hoping the news that she could not sleep with a milk-soaked Paprika would sink in and she would just accept it. You would think I would know by now not to use logic with a two-year-old but I obviously don't. There was nothing I could do but start washing Paprika and drag Genevieve kicking and screaming to her bed for nap time. There was nothing I could say or do to make the situation better and we both knew it. Genevieve finally cried herself to sleep a few minutes ago. Maybe she passed out from tantrum induced exhaustion.
I think it is time to shop for Paprika II and III, wash them a zillion times so that they are indistinguishable, and hide them so Genevieve will hopefully never know.
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